Author Archives: Jeb

The evening of my 8th grade year was turning cold, but cold in a California way. Chilly in its 50 degree late-spring night. My dad and I had two days before taken the ’78 Ford over Donner Pass through the … Continue reading →

People make connections with the strangest things. But they’re real. The streamsides of Southeast Minnesota will never match the stone-floored western rivers of my youth. But they make the connection. The two times I most strongly remember my dad working … Continue reading →

As I wait the timeless void that publishers use to respond to authors, I offer to you the second chapter of my novel. Everyone has a special place, inside or outside, that makes them alive again.   Chapter 2   … Continue reading →

  To say another year has gone by is an affront to what happens in a year of life. Even to measure life as a series of days isn’t quite right, but this has all been said before. What life … Continue reading →

My dad died when I was a senior in high school, fall of 1994. A theme of my life is using the things he used and, in some cases, wearing the things he wore. In my novel Highway Bleeding, “Old … Continue reading →

December 16th, 2006 sticks raw in my mind. I can’t remember if it’s the date we took possession of our home in Minnesota, or if it’s when I unloaded the truck halfway and slept on the empty, carpeted floor all … Continue reading →

“Indians scattered On dawn’s highway, bleeding, Ghosts crowd the young child’s Fragile, eggshell mind.” -Jim Morrison Chapter 1   In the spring of the year that all the things had happened, Don knew he needed to return to somewhere inside, … Continue reading →

I woke up this morning with the song “Lunatic Fringe” by Red Rider stuck in my head. As I pressed the snooze button several times, playing the mind games one does when trying to rise before dawn to write, the … Continue reading →

Soon I will finish the final editing process of my upcoming novel, Highway Bleeding. It’s about a man trying to remember the men who have been important to him as he road trips through the American West revisiting all his … Continue reading →