On the run for home Seven minutes. We have seven minutes to make a 12-minute journey. Lingering is not an option. Experience reminds us...

A cultural escape from culture. Culture is hard to find in our little big town. Strange, considering we have a funded district dedicated...

Atop the iron icon we sipped champagne. Paris. We were at the top of Paris. It had been a long walk. Every step worthwhile. The Eiffel...

The woman followed M into the ladies’ room. Then wept. Welled eyes held through a tissue-less time of strong. “I wish we were doing this...

sparrows remain unseen though their voices surround through the lemon trees and the olive tops, the lollipop pines bees on gardenias...

A bright white high school girl side slides a screen window open and smiles. Her red lettered shirt matching her acne. She hands me a...

A woman was yelling. Not screaming. Not talking loudly. Yelling. Hers was a strong voice. Lines three and four. I got it. We had US...

No masks. That's the revelation today. And it feels weird. It feels amazing, but weird. I thought I'd have a crest the top roller coaster...

It is a place of age. A place of time. And of a kind of timelessness. We approached the Thoroughgood House, my wife and I, with a quiet...