Fiction
Summer 1995
Cathy and Her Mom
I’ll tell you what I know. Cathy was born in Siena. It was already a holy place, it had seen saints before, it made allowances for them, it made them […]
Fiction
Summer 1996
Dreaming of an Altogether Different Place
On her feet she put a pair of shoes made of stone. Until these wear out, she said, I will not cease from journeying. To an altogether different place where […]