A Kings

  • Three in the Quiet Hour

    Three in the morning. That tender, middle hour when yesterday has slipped through your fingers and tomorrow is still stretching somewhere just beyond the horizon. I’m perched by the window like some half-awake lighthouse keeper, sipping on silence, letting the stillness settle into my bones. Outside, the wind is wide awake. Not angry, not restless—just…

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  • The Day I Almost Remembered a Life I Never Lived, I Think.

    By a man who still isn’t sure if he met a ghost or just inhaled too much pollen It’s been said—quite confidently, and probably over a pint—that England, for all its history of wars, plagues, and questionable cuisine, is the most haunted country on earth. Now, I’m not sure who’s keeping score here, because if…

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  • Nostalgia, Travel, and the Myth of the Idaho Girl

    By someone who’s been around a bit and still wonders what happened to all the people who vanished quietly. Lately, I’ve been feeling… well, nostalgic. And not in the soft-focus, violins-playing sort of way, but more like someone opened the floodgates in my brain and out came everything from school uniforms to the smell of…

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  • When Cool Peaked and Never Came Back

    GenX or as I’d like to say it, Gen Us— wasn’t just a generation—it was an 18-wheeler doing a burnout in the parking lot of history while Rock Ballads blasted through the tape deck. It was loud, proud, and occasionally covered in glitter and neon zebra print. Everybody—and I mean everybody—was there. Michael Jackson was…

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  • A Jubilee, a Corr, and a Cold Goodbye

    February 2017, London. Cold, damp, and everything was wrapped in that stubborn, bone-chilling English gray. It was the sort of chill that could freeze tea right in the kettle. So naturally, I thought, “What better time for a nostalgia walk?” There I was, hoofing it down the Mall, past Buckingham Palace, when I realized the…

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  • The Weight of Silence, Echoes of a Broken Heart

    July 2012. I flew back to California with a broken heart, not like a girlfriend bad breakup kind, nor the one that stings when life simply doesn’t go your way. No, this was something deeper, something that reached into my very core and shattered everything I thought I knew about love, trust, and the life…

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