Dear Holland: Episode 3 – Cycling in Amsterdam

It's no secret that Dutchies and bicycles go together like butter and hagelslag, but as a foreigner I've noticed some protocols for cycling in Amsterdam that may go unnoticed to the natives. So I offer you now the official rules for cycling in Amsterdam, told by following the life of Anna, an Amsterdam girl who... Continue Reading →

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What Heavy Metal Means to Me

"For me I think the beauty of metal is that it's a way of life. It's not something we've converted to — it's just that's who we are."  ---Dave Mustaine, 2007 Metal is in my veins, or so the saying goes. It's not simply a cultural milieu or penchant for a particular aural aesthetic, it's... Continue Reading →

How Champ Got His Name

Nearly ten years ago I was commissioned to write a story about Champ, the legendary lake "monster" that is said to inhabit Lake Champlain (Vermont, USA). It was supposed to be a collaboration between myself and an illustrator, but the illustrator flaked out on me, so I was left with this epic poem. Many more... Continue Reading →

Dear Holland: Episode 2 – Manners

Manners are an interesting thing in Dutch culture. Americans and especially the British are known for sometimes being "overly" polite. This translates in Dutch culture as being fake, not really expressing your true opinions, and generally valuing the status quo over "honesty." While I could say a whole lot about that, I won't, because it's... Continue Reading →

Chocolate-Chip Couture

I've temporarily put aside work on my new novel to write some short stories. They chronicle a group of spirited stuffed animals called "Fluffs" who are always in search of fun and adventure! Isabelle the tiny, lively sheep is fast as lightning and loves chocolate, while her best friend Molasses, an impossibly soft rabbit, has... Continue Reading →

Mr. Frog is Full of Hops

Mr. Phineas Frog lamented daily the name he’d been given. It was bad enough to have a family name like Frog, but to alliterate the embarrassment was all too much for his sensitive constitution. Still, Mr. Frog had navigated the trial of youth with his characteristic dull wit and rash naiveté, continually skirting disaster as... Continue Reading →

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