A Farewell to Flagstaff

Someone once wrote that all good things must come to an end. For the past twelve years, I’ve had the privilege of living in Flagstaff, AZ. Of all the places I’ve lived in my life, this one feels the most like home. I love it here. I love the eccentric people, the wild weather, theContinue reading “A Farewell to Flagstaff”

Monsoon

In the arid Southwest, the weather is extreme. Storms build in minutes, catching drivers and hikers off guard. Roads become rivers; slot canyons flood. Hail crashes down from the sky; lights flicker. The monsoons bring life-giving rain in the driest months of summer, but with life comes danger. You can see black thunderheads form overContinue reading “Monsoon”

Flash Fiction Friday: Running Away

Rick didn’t start panicking until he was 40 miles away from Flagstaff. He was now 20 minutes late for work and driving 80 miles per hour in the opposite direction. He intended to go to into the office as usual, but the moment he got behind the wheel and turned the key in the ignition;Continue reading “Flash Fiction Friday: Running Away”

Ripped from the Headlines

A man was hit by a train in my town today. No one knows why he walked in front of the oncoming fright train as it barreled through Flagstaff early this afternoon. We’ll probably never know for sure whether he thought he could outrun it or if he intended to die there on the tracks.Continue reading “Ripped from the Headlines”

Turning a Lens on Antelope Canyon

There are few places on Earth so naturally beautiful that you literally fall silent at the sight of it. Lower Antelope Canyon, seven miles east of Page, AZ, is one of those special places. For years, I had seen it in photo books and magazine covers. Images of Antelope Canyon are iconic. But in moreContinue reading “Turning a Lens on Antelope Canyon”

Shortcut to Sagebrush

Navajo Route 20 is one of those roads you can only find if you’re looking for it. The epitome of rural, is stretches almost 40 miles from Gap, a town you won’t find on Google Maps, to Lechee, near Page. Only a few miles of either end are paved. The rest is a rough, washboardContinue reading “Shortcut to Sagebrush”

Smells Like Spring

I wasted no time in throwing the curtains and sliding the glass door open when I got home. My dingy, cave-like apartment half-buried in the hillside was immediately filled with a soft, cool breeze. Stepping out onto the porch for the first time in months, there was almost no sign of the 15 inches ofContinue reading “Smells Like Spring”

The Most Important Vote You’ll Ever Cast

It took four-and-half hours of planning, blocking, messing up and fine-tuning, but the hard work finally yielded that one perfect take. For some time, a script had been languishing on my computer, unrealized. A riff on the Old Spice Guys commericials, I was hoping to put a cool/quirky spin on my workplace. And as IContinue reading “The Most Important Vote You’ll Ever Cast”

Waitin’ On a Train

In the summer of 1882, deep into monsoon season, the first railroad tracks reached a small community at the foot of the San Francisco Peaks in the wilderness of the Arizona Territory. The railroad brought workers and the workers attracted saloons, dance halls and gambling, transforming a few isolated lumber mills into the town ofContinue reading “Waitin’ On a Train”

Flash Fiction: Roasting Chiles

Heat ripples through the air. Ash is carried on the breeze, where it tumbles off like fall leaves. The barrel rolls over hot coals and inside the cage, bright green New Mexican hatch chiles char slowly. Their flesh blackens, toughens. Spice stings my nostrils and lingers around my head. Steamy Ziploc bags. Five dollars aContinue reading “Flash Fiction: Roasting Chiles”