Philadelphia Freedom
The Italian Market The air is thick with garlic oil musk. It’s the Italian Market, and I’m 12. We’re on a field trip. There are sprinkles...
Upstairs in a Cork Café
We’ve gone native in Ireland. Thank God, it's only five weeks, or the magic would keep us here eternally enchanted forevermore. Missing...
Loads
Heavy. The first time I started washing clothes I was a kid. A little girl. I’d been putting my dirty clothes in the hamper liked I’d...
FARBY’S MANUAL Of CIVIL WAR REENACTING
ARTICLE FIRST: ENLISTMENT LESSON I: In one sitting, learn VOCBULARY. Reenactor Noun. A person who enacts a role in an event that...
The Ghost at Rose Point Manor
I’m not crazy. Do you believe in demons? Paranormal forces? Ghosts? I didn’t before I moved into Rose Point Manor. I write to you from...
Peace
Smile, Returning Warrior, the bastard angel P.T.S.D. is waiting for you. Just you. He knows your soft spots & gets in through your pores...
Morning Comes
On a morning like many others, a young man stepped out of his home. He entered the grey hours with a sense of duty, of a job needing to...
Why New Orleans is Home
When people ask me “Where are you from?”, you’d think they’d asked me to solve the mystery of the universe. I stumble; I mumble something...