Jeff Wagg



In which I re-live a little bit of summer camp. I long for the smell of deep woods off, bacon grease, and the sound of rain on the tent. Two Different Girls.


In Dependence Day

I wrote a piece for Two Different Girls about an experience I had at a local gas station regarding a homeless person's plight. This wasn't a very comfortable piece, but it generated some thought. A week after the incident leaves me with no more insight than I had that day.

In Dependence Day