This is where we arm the destroyed, the desolate, the disturbed. The weak. The weary. The warlords. The misinformed. The tragically misled. This is where—in the wake of violence and death—we scream “RIGHT TO BEAR ARMS” loud enough to drown out the wailing of the mourners, the agony...
When your kids become teenagers, a lot changes. For one thing, you transform from a woman they once worshiped and missed when you left the room to pee to an unpaid Uber driver that embarrasses them daily. Our social lives on weekend nights are practically destroyed, not by dirty diapers,...
As we laid out our vacation plans, which included a drive to the East side of the island to visit Paya Bay, the agent replied with “OH,” followed by warnings that a car was not a good vehicle to travel with as the roads to get to Paya Bay were extremely bad. I’m not sure if...
Lilla Rose is a humble, gentle, common-sense, down-to-earth company. Jeans and a t-shirt for convention – maybe a skirt if we want. No yachts, cadillacs, or corporate jets taking us to private islands. Just a bunch of everyday mamas earning extra income, some more than others dependi...
Blood soaked my jeans, running into my shoes and pooling on the wooden floor. The rhythm began to fade as the floor reached up for me. The arms I felt encircle me were not welcome. Once I had once invited them, encouraging their advance as the steamy water surrounded me. But now ...
It was destroyed by fire during the Ōnin War (a civil war that lasted from 1467 to 1477) and was rebuilt in 1499. It was registered as a World Heritage Site in 1994. The Randen Railway Kitano line & Arashiyama For our final stop of the day, we ventured to Arashiyama in the ...