Author Archives: Jeb

I don’t really take New Year resolutions seriously. I don’t really make them. Egg nog, post-holiday sluggishness, the doldrums of breaking down the decorations and torching the tree–it doesn’t make me too excited. My life is not a calendar. But … Continue reading →

You’ll never estimate the time well driving to NorCal’s Bay Area. Meeting with some surfer friends I truly thought I could get to Capitola in 2 hours, but by the time 3 were up I struggled to revel in the … Continue reading →

You can see that my last two posts have been passionate by way of extrapolating the hardest things in life and effectively working through them. The hardest things in life aren’t writing, or parenting, or breathing. They’re the fabricated perceptions … Continue reading →

I’ve eyed laziness like a coveted obsession in a storefront window, as if I could afford it. I’ve looked outside from my writing desk to watch for apathy coming down the sidewalk, ready to open the front door. All of … Continue reading →

So was entitled the literary collection of my 12th-grade Creative Writing class. The name represents the brooding fervor of youth, when we had the ability to bat off all distractions and focus on the task-at-hand when we chose to. People … Continue reading →

I knew it would be a good weekend when I arrived at the campsite to see it empty but for the open trunk of my friend’s car. After parking my dad’s old truck with the half-rigged camper strapped in the … Continue reading →

In Julia Cameron’s The Artist’s Way, we are told to always nurture the “inner artist.” The inner artist is the same as an inner child, if the inner child grew up without getting its way all the time and therefore … Continue reading →

  He knew the shock of mountain runoff and the way it could burn the legs. He liked it.  He would look out the window any chance he got while traveling and hope to see a ribbon cutting through a … Continue reading →

Then he opened the fly box to see what he had. Part of the fun of fly fishing for him was trying out different patterns, just to see if he could get bites on them. His stomach tightened up as … Continue reading →

The strong and silver Rainbow trout of my youth course through my dreams. We caught so many on Mepps #2 lures I can’t remember where my first one was caught. But I know what counts, how I did it and … Continue reading →