Old Music by Colin McLaughlin
For years, I was obsessed with my mandolin. It was my travel companion–out of town, long walk, over night–I always had my trusty mandolin slung over my shoulder. It got worn down and weary looking,…
For years, I was obsessed with my mandolin. It was my travel companion–out of town, long walk, over night–I always had my trusty mandolin slung over my shoulder. It got worn down and weary looking,…
A friend who is taking an online class with me wrote the following … My good news is that even though the motorist honked at me and flipped me off and yelled at me to…
“Other people have a nationality. The Irish have a psychosis.” –Brendan Behan This Sunday I will share my passion for Irish history and what I have learned about my own story as I have stumbled…
2 March 2016 – Reading The Babysitters’ Club & Little House on the Prairie & The Boxcar Children in elementary school & feeling super-advanced. And reading them later & just enjoying them. – Reading Harry…
I remember so many conversations with Mev and Mark about passion and desire through photographs and other artists. I always felt so important when we were together. Mev had a way of making me feel…
I graduated from the Accelerated Bachelor of Science in Nursing program at the School of Nursing at Saint Louis University in 2014. For the last 2 years I have worked at DePaul health center on…
In my basement I come across a thick file “Maggie Rose Murphy” is on the folder It bulges Poems & postcards & letters galore From throughout the 1980s Your scientific acumen Has long been respected…
Courtney Barrett is wonderfully generous in sharing the wealth of her friendships! This past week, Andrea Scarpino graced us with her poetry. Here’s Courtney on this week’s friend who will share with us: This week,…
In the course of this day Being face to face with… Joanie French Hedy Epstein Anna Piller Magnolia Patrick Cousins Lena Salameh Jeneane Salameh Amaly Yossef Aroona Toor Imman Musa Courtney Barrett Andrea Scarpino Justin…
For Carolina Dominguez, “exploding with joy,” in Little Havana