The Long Way Home


90 Miles to Cuba
January 29, 2012, 8:19 AM
Filed under: Florida | Tags: , , , ,

staring at the sea

It is exhilarating and terrifying to stand at water’s edge, wind kicking at your back, knowing that you are at the southernmost point of the States. This is where borders melt into the ocean, no land for miles, a definitive endpoint. Jeff and I spent a beautiful week in the Keys with Sheryl and Rebby and Sheryl’s sister, Amanda, and sister-in-law Allison. We celebrated Sheryl and Rebby’s 10 year anniversary and a birthday with many rum drinks, a drag show, waking to rooster calls, breakfasts of tropical fruits with sweet pink Florida shrimps, lazing in the hot tub, finding pirate-eyed kitties and marveling that the icy, snowy world we left for a week had turned to days filled with sunshine.

tropic cinema

caroline street

a mysterious yellow house

saint mary star of the sea

an abandoned bible school

rooster

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Neville Island
November 6, 2011, 9:31 AM
Filed under: Pennsylvania | Tags: , , ,

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Neville Island has always been something of a mystery to me. It’s the largest inhabited island in the Ohio River, and once a farmland hub for nearby cities. During World War II, it became a ship building center, with factories popping up at either end of it. Growing up, I remember “Poison Park,” a designated patch of unusable land that now has an ice skating rink. But the Island is more than its fabled industry. We still go roller skating at Neville Rollerdrome, which hasn’t changed its decor since the 70s. The houses along Front River Road are old, some dating back to the Civil-war era, with sprawling porches and giant green lawns. The old Neville school is for sale, and Jeff and I dreamed of ways to divide chunks of it to make into a living space. We stood facing the barges parked along the riverbank, listened for the whispering rustle of leaves.

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Ghost Story
October 7, 2011, 10:47 AM
Filed under: New Jersey | Tags: , , ,

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What if our afternoon on the boardwalk didn’t exist? What if shop owners rolling open their storefronts for the late-September day,  the whir of claw machines grabbing dingy stuffed toys out of their glass boxes, the smell of burnt mozzarella and cheese steaks vying with the salty ocean air  – what if it was our imaginations? A large bearded man moved from bench to bench, seeming to follow us. I caught his reflection in the outside mirror of a photo booth, and as I moved to get my camera to capture him, he was gone.

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