When you go out at night with a Hunter S. Thompson, it’s inevitable that someone’s going to get their ass kicked. All you can do is hope it’s not you.
Category: essays
Behold, the fish symbol doth appear and multiply
By Rachel Sauer The Palm Beach Post Brothers and sisters, there’s a battle raging. It’s […]
Tripping the road fantastic: ‘On the Road’ celebrates 60 years
The sighs come. Oh, yes they do. The awareness that to always be passing through, to be in a place but not of it, belonging nowhere, with great stories to tell at the bar but an empty bed waiting in an anonymous room, one of a string of anonymous rooms, well. That’s tricky.
Going on vacation? Then you’ll have to buy some fudge
By Rachel Sauer The Daily Sentinel Of all the impulsive decisions a tourist can make […]
The forgotten art of goofing off
By Rachel Sauer The Palm Beach Post Summer morning. Lemonade sun arching up from the […]
Thumbs up for the thumbs up
By Rachel Sauer The Palm Beach Post There it is, at the end of an […]
OK OK OK, everything’s OK
By Rachel Sauer The Palm Beach Post It’s possible the great secret of life is […]
Saying goodbye to leftovers
By Rachel Sauer The Palm Beach Post Saying goodbye is the hardest thing. We know […]
I love you: Why is something felt so deeply sometimes so hard to say?
Doritos? Love ’em! Cheesy, crunchy, all kinds of good. Love, love, love the Doritos! A […]