The Factory Gym, Louisville

The location is the first indicator. This is no casual gym. Way south of downtown Louisville, past the airport, a … More

The Train

I hear it before I see it. I look right. It approaches around the slight curve, the navy engines bright … More

My elementary school’s fundraisers held none of the glamour of today’s efforts. No spaghetti discos, no silent auctions. We sold … More

Mounted on telephone poles, pictures of local service members line the avenue into town. These display the members’ dates of … More

Between sets, two people in the row in front of me go to the concession stand. Both wear tour shirts. … More

I focus on my steps and relax into my stride, making little noise. The steady movement calms my thoughts. I … More

The door opens. A man squints, looks at me, and asks, “Just you? Where are your 5 friends?” “What? It’s … More

The orchestra tunes up. Long tendrils of sound stream across the crypt. I close my eyes. The instruments stop momentarily. … More

The ferry captain advised, “Don’t stop for the puffins at first. Keep going and get to the big bird nest … More

“Donde estamos?” She looked at me as if she wasn’t sure what I was asking. I waited, my pulse continuing … More