I, born from the womb of
my mother’s remembrances
wrapped in the cocoon
of her story[…]
…
I, born from the womb of
my mother’s remembrances
wrapped in the cocoon
of her story[…]
…
May 3, 2009 After Captain Short returned from his training with the Australians, he scheduled himself to take leave t…
‘Tis a fearful thing to love What death can touch. To love, to hope, to dream, and oh, to lose . . . by Judah …
Kate Schifani’s memoir, Cartography, maps faulty practices and question of fault over her year serving in Iraq as an …
Johnny felt the oak floor tilt sharply below him. He had no idea what was happening or why, and he was frightened. Th…
Since getting back from deployment, Frank had gone soft. He was still a massive block of muscle, but the edges had ro…
STILL I never thought of you as a hopeless romantic; this was news to me. Are you still meditating? Meditate o…