The Spaniard’s Gold: Part 8

Grace raised her hands in quiet surrender. Eric’s normally calm features were pulled low into a scowl. His eyes were wild, like she had never seen. His posture was straighter; his movements more confident. The shy, bookish graduate student was gone. “You’re really too trusting, Doctor Yun,” he said. He was wrong. Grace didn’t trustContinue reading “The Spaniard’s Gold: Part 8”

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”

The End of an Era

All things must end. Wind and water erode mountains, rust eats away steel, entropy unravels the universe and my university deletes my email account. I guess it was bound to happen eventually, but I’m not ready to give it up. I still use it for correspondence (and coupons), to use the school’s wireless internet andContinue reading “The End of an Era”

One Small Step for Grad

There are some strange goings on in the world this week. When I woke this morning, I looked out my window, where I discovered that the willow in my backyard had grown leaves overnight. Birds were sitting on telephone lines, singing. For the first time this year, I cracked open the window above my bedContinue reading “One Small Step for Grad”

Unfinished Stories

“Wedding items, unused.” Three words. Eighteen letters. A million literary possibilities. Our lives are a lot like the ads you find in the classifieds. We see and hear short snippets of stories, but rarely do we get a beginning, a middle and an end. More often than not, we’re set down right in the middleContinue reading “Unfinished Stories”

The Mystery of -30-

A few years ago, at a small barbeque on a snowy April afternoon, some of the students and faculty advisers of The Lumberjack gathered to commemorate the death of our newspaper. For 97 years, The Lumberjack had printed in some form as an independent, student-run newspaper. In the Fall of 2010, The Lumberjack was goingContinue reading “The Mystery of -30-“