"The crowd that showed up could have come together only in a place like Charleston. And could have only my uncle as the common denominator. The owner of a million-dollar beach front house traded vodka shots with a man from Brother Thomas's congregation in the projects. Three Folly Beach surfers cornered several state legislators and... Continue Reading →
Ghosts Are Good Company If You Can Get It
“Be hole, be dust, be dream, be wind/Be night, be dark, be wish, be mind,/Now slip, now slide, now move unseen,/Above, beneath, betwixt, between.” ―Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book In 2009 twenty-two percent of people in America have admitted to encountering ghosts. The number gets higher if you take into account the experiences of young... Continue Reading →
What’s Yours Is Mine And What’s Mine Is My Own
"I almost feel sorry for her now. So easy to feel sorry for someone whose life is full of such tasks and aspirations. Lying here, in her place, on her bed, my head on her pillow, it is all pitifully clear: Emma is the engine of this home, the person who propels it forward,... Continue Reading →
For All You 80’s Movie Buffs In Australia It’s Called War Of The Golden Wattles
"For a while Fozzy rolled the word 'home' around his tongue tasting its texture and meaning for the first time, exploring its pros and cons and ultimately spitting it out in disgust. It struck him, like lightning strikes its target, how superficial it all was.The resolve was made to go back and reclaim what was... Continue Reading →
Like Gazpacho, Revenge is a Dish Best Served Cold
SUMMARY Leslie Krag escapes a near certain Colorado prison sentence for burning down her husband's cabin and flees to her villa in Tuscany. Two weeks after her arrival, a businessman she'd met on her flight, Roger Halliday, appears at her villa looking for a place to hide. He's certainly not the man she thought he... Continue Reading →
It’s Better To Be The Hunter Than The Hunted But There Are Special Cases
"The next thing I remember is waking up. The thing I remember after that is thinking that for a guy who complains all the time about never getting any sleep, I sure wake up a lot." Self-preservation is a reality that Pietro Brnwa knows all too well. Growing up in northern New Jersey, Pietro was... Continue Reading →