When a strange man calls you up to throw a bomb into the center of your happy life, you want him to, at the very least, have an accent and…

It started with circles. At a neighborhood park two blocks from my parent’s house. A walking path, paved and smooth, that ran the circumference of the park, past the community…

Twelve years ago today, I met a man in a bar. Stopping for a night in Newport, I was heading back to Seattle after crashing a wedding in Bend. It…

I knew immediately I could trust this man in the long black dress. Not just because he was loud and wildly gesturing while kissing my hand and laughing his big-tooth…

When the Ranger and I first got our kayaks, years back, we were so enthusiastic that pretty much any body of water was fair game. One summer day, we put…

I don’t do much yoga. Which is why you’ve never seen me on Instagram doing a handstand on the edge of the Grand Canyon or Warrior II, on a blustery…

When the Ranger and I signed up for Cycle Ireland, I had to fill out a form that included our dates of birth, allergies, injuries and hotel room preference. This…

Before the Ranger, there was the Trifecta. It was 1997…I think. In my hometown of Espanola, New Mexico, in my Hispanic culture, 32 is an old bride, and rumors swirled…

After a long day of skinning another human being, and sticking my hands in her viscera, careful not to rupture the bulging colon, the only words that best captured my…

I have known many dead bodies. Now, I have one of my own. Soon, I’ll leave for Tempe, Arizona for five days of human dissection with Tom Myers and Tony Garcia at…