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...
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...
Tears/Sorrow/Song
photograph Brianna Breaux, Kinsale, Republic of Ireland 2017 Tears The way home is eight miles through the wind ripping off Lake...
Ahead of Time
Galileo, an old hand at astronomy, often held court with the pope. Galileo thought the Bible was reliable yet might be read wrong. Urban...
Existence in Epigram
“They say, Lady Hunstanton, that when good Americans die they go to Paris.” Oscar Wilde, A Woman of No Importance “I have to rest.” I...
Two Drinks Later
Two drinks later and it was karaoke time. My roommate Dawn and I went up there and decided to sing some Aretha Franklin. Laughing,...
The Color of Leaves
The summer between freshman and sophomore year of high school was barely two weeks old when my Great Uncle Leon called. I hadn’t yet...
A Haunted House
I grew up in a haunted house. We would each hear thumping behind our headboards; my sister would sit up in bed laughing in a strange...
Sometimes
If I told you I was kind of psychic you might believe me, if you believe at all in psychics and since I would say “kinda” psychic then...
