Climbing the Bear, Personal Memior

Climbing the Bear It is late afternoon and the smell of exhaust mixed with sweat swirls around my head as the bus rumbles along the two-lane highway. The dirty, half-opened window offers no comfort as my head bounces against it, but still, my eyes are getting heavy. The heat and humidity cannot dull the excited,…

Black & Gold, Personal Memoir

BLACK & GOLD My summers as a child were spent surrounded by water. I was either cruising atop the waters of Lake St. Clair in my dad’s Bayliner, or doing underwater somersaults in my Grandparents pool. Chlorine and lake water took up permanent residence in my hair and my fingers highly resembled the prunes that…