Just Passing Through

This is a collection of writings: journeys, places, lovers and friends; a magic knife, a motorcycle journey across France, a friendly werewolf, an exile and quiet hero, a bear hunting Crow Indian etre bien dans sa peau, and a meditation on beauty and death.
The thread that ties these pieces together and gives the collection its title is the sense that life is a journey and that we’re just passing through. I’ve never truly settled in one place, never lived in a place that felt anything other than temporary. Perhaps that’s true for each of us. After all, we’re all on the way to another place.
They’re short stories that can be fitted into a busy life and offer a slight refuge from tedium and the work-a-day world. Memory is a fragile flower; details might be misremembered but the stories are all true. I hope you enjoy them.