This is one tough little cookie, and it’s fitting that she has her feet firmly planted in the yard of the late, great Carmella Noto. Their names even rhyme. Arabella and Carmella. Bella and Mella. Forgive me for being nostalgic … Read More
It’s the middle of the night in the forest, and we decide to walk out beyond the electric lamps that light the main trail and into the darkness of the back trails where we hope the moon will light our … Read More
Here is Karin at Kurkil in Rockhammar. This is her summerhouse though it is the dead of winter, and we have to keep our coats on inside until the wood stove heats up the place and we can warm our … Read More
Here is the back of the iconic Hotel Monteleone, family owned since the 1800s. Of course there are ghosts. There are entities all over the city. But here, they roam the halls, and guests will often mistake them for the … Read More
Even in this place, within the spaces, there is beauty. And I did once see some fleeting beauty of a ghost down by where the wooden fence ends. These dimensional travelers, they are not slow and floaty. They are fast. … Read More
