Stone Ghosts of the Green Isle
You can judge a true Irish pub by its seating situation—the sparser the chairs, the better the craic (music and merrymaking).
Spectral Tourism
I felt as if I’d come unmoored from reality, these quiet paths and dark woods so different from the bustling and meticulously-planned city streets upon which I lived my life.
Places I, the Real Jane Austen, Would Haunt
Jane would be rolling her eyes with the rest of the podcast (g)hosts.
Over the Garden Wall
You should watch it. Right now. You don’t have to read any more of this post.
My Old Haunts
All the ghosts I had at the River Arts District White Duck Taco have been drowned.
Christianity, Ghosts, and the Unknown
They whispered, “Did you feel that too?”
Haunted by a Question
I was haunted by the thought of a home that was all around me yet so distant from me.
An Ode to the Gathering
I write about how much I miss a recently-defunct business because the Gathering, to myself and many, many people, was more than a place to get a good chai.
Ghosty Ghosty All Alone
Those were the saddest things I could think of at that age: Ghosty was lonely. And without ice cream.
Unwanted Guests
I repeated the words I’ve heard from my friends, family, and therapists, hoping that they’d pull me out of the dark corners of intrusive thoughts.
