The Grass Canoe

THE GRASS CANOE: Autobiographical Essays

I chose this particular title because my creative journey has been as unconventional as trying to navigate a river in a canoe made of grass. That I made it this far is something of a miracle.

(An ongoing endeavor. I will add essays as I write them) 

The Jaguar’s Teeth


This introductory essay describes my forty-year journey (so far) of question-asking and creativity. It begins with a snapshot I took of a Mayan ruin during a trip to Mexico when I was thirteen years old, a trip that lit a fire that has never gone out.

“Tula changed everything. Something woke up inside of me among the stony statues – something that has not slumbered since. Here’s what I wrote in a little journal I kept: “We arrived in Tula via a very bad and rough road. I thought Tula would be just one temple with some statues on top, but I was wrong. You could see another big mound nearby partly excavated. I took six pictures. I walked over to the top of the unexcavated pyramid.” No one else went with me to this pyramid, probably because it was out-of-bounds. I had my heart set on exploration. I prowled the pyramid until one of the chaperones came rushing over to fetch me, exasperation etched on her face. “What was I doing?” she asked irritably. “Who did I think I was?”

“Questions I’m still trying to answer to this day.”

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Westward Ho


This essay, adapted from two previously published, explores the idea of manifest destiny and my hometown, Phoenix, Arizona. An unwavering sense of exceptionalism and lack of restraint infected Phoenix – and had a huge impact on my life.

“Progress was good for my parents. They came to a strange land as poor pioneers and prospered along with Phoenix. They lived the American Dream – not the pursuit of material  success as much as their steady improvement over time. Their lives were better than their parents’ lives. They had more security, more opportunity, more comfort. They didn’t do without, go hungry, or stand in unemployment lines; they were well-educated, well-fed, and well-blessed with the fruits of an expanding economy. For them, the future was always bright.

“I developed a different perspective. I came of age during the heyday of progress, witnessing the good, the bad, and the ugly. Impressed at first, I have lived long enough to see that manifest destiny was not necessarily a positive force in our long history. I will likely live long enough to see evidence that America is not exceptional after all – that despite this nation’s many admirable qualities it is subject to the same historical forces that have worn down all great nations and empires throughout the ages. I know that I’ve already lived long enough to see us enter the Age of Consequences.”




This essay describes my unexpected immersion into all things Shakespeare, including my first – and likely last – performance in a professional play. It was a deep dive into his plays that began three-and-a-half years earlier when Sterling and Olivia, then aged sixteen, joined the Upstart Crows, a nonprofit with the brave mission to get teenagers excited about Shakespeare through performance.

“I remain as awestruck by the playwright today as I was forty years ago. That was a surprise. As the saying goes ‘familiarity breeds contempt’ though there’s a more polite warning: if you like a writer never meet them in person. You’re bound to be disappointed. My exposure to all things Will bred not contempt but an even deeper admiration of the artist despite Merchant of Venice and all those Appendices in the back of the books. He holds up to scrutiny. He made a few mistakes and wrote some clunkers, but who hasn’t? If he was a bit of an intellectual show-off or if his allusions were often obscure, he can be forgiven (the Will character in the TV series Upstart Crow protests that his comedies are “very funny if you read all the footnotes”). It’s one of the small prices we pay for genius.”