The first time I saw Marcey Parker she was happily firing a submachine gun through a window.
Gun Guys: A Road TripI don't fear death--I fear dying before I've read Dickens end to end.
All Roads Lead to Austen: A Yearlong Journey with JaneHe prefers the security of known misery to the misery of unfamiliar insecurity.
If You Meet the Buddha on the Road, Kill Him: The Pilgrimage Of Psychotherapy PatientsWe're the perfect complement to each other. I help him stay grounded and he helps me fly.
The Road Back to UsSearching for the scent of the early plum, I found it by the eaves Of a proud storehouse.
The Narrow Road to the Deep North and Other Travel Sketches