By Amber Paulen
Stories from the old can change the direction of life for the young.
Someone called my name and a figure came toward me—a shadow against the yellow lamplight of the road, and beyond that, of Atrani. It surprised me that someone knew me. I had been in the small town for only three hours [...]
Archive for October, 2016
By Amber Paulen
By James Michael Dorsey
How to survive a suicidal trek up a volcano.
All six gunmen arrived at sunset, bought and paid for, and all we had to do was choose who would go with whom. Moussa was quite small as Afar tribesmen go and yet, everything about his manner suggested he was a predator. He squatted [...]
By Shelly Rivoli
It would be a literary pilgrimage for the grownups, but what would it be for the kids?
Their eyes combed the lush jungle landscape as we stood waiting at the gated entrance to 907 Whitehead Street. With a quiet gasp from my travel companions, the first orange splash of cat appeared, a bold stroke [...]
By Pamela Wright
What’s the Italian word for cougar?
I wasn’t overly concerned when I heard the shouting start in the apartment next door. I’d neglected to learn more than a few pleasantries in Italian before leaving Atlanta for Florence, so I was unable to decipher so much as the rudiments of the argument. I stopped unpacking [...]
By Jacqueline Harmon Butler
There’s romance on the menu.
Ernest Hemingway called Paris a “movable feast,” and I have always agreed with him. On my last night in Paris, I decided to have my own movable feast—a progressive supper, with each course in a different restaurant. I wanted the restaurants to be within walking distance from one [...]