As featured in

Narrative Maps, Top Trails Seattle, produced by runnerspace for Hoka

Publications

  • “Last fall, I went for an early morning apology around Prospect Park: a three-mile run after a night of lagers and little sleep. Afterward, I sat in the shade on a stonewall and, at the age of thirty, I ate my first pickle.” Small Mind, America (PANK Magazine)

  • “I am in no rush this evening. It is eight o’clock and the sun doesn’t set for another six hours, but most importantly, the liquor store doesn’t close for another two.” — When Eagles Attack (Narratively)

  • The Lone Sailor was my sole companion this past summer. I found him sitting by his lonesome self on a shelf in the break room of the seafood processing facility where I was working in Unalaska, Alaska.” The Lone Sailor (Nowhere Magazine)

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