It was after midnight and a lone taxi was driving down the dark country roads. In the absence of street lights, the road looked eerily empty as he drove on through the thick billowing fog. The pine trees that lined both sides of the road seemed tall and menacing in […]
I hadn’t lived with my mother in quite some time. When I had left her in quests for education and love, a plucky twenty-five-year-old, she had lived with my aunt in a small house at the end of Dolphin Street. I say “lived with” but it was more a nurse-patient
The house I grew up in was right next to a set of busy railroad tracks. From my bedroom window, I could watch the trains roll by. There were three types of trains that used those tracks and still do to this day. There were the long, lumbering freight trains pulling boxcars,
