
A Day Well Spent
Rolling hills of green dotted with singular white steeples called out like bastions of salvation as I made my way … Continue reading A Day Well Spent
Rolling hills of green dotted with singular white steeples called out like bastions of salvation as I made my way … Continue reading A Day Well Spent
Old San Diego – photos by Heather Bean Continue reading Reflections of Old California
It still sits on the same spot overlooking the Cooper River as it has for over two centuries. Once visitors … Continue reading Shall We Gather at the River
It was cold. The pitch black night, normally full of nocturnal activity, was silent except for the ever present rain … Continue reading “Befo’ Freedom Come”
It was a Sunday. The time of the week where most of the world pauses to escape the rigors of … Continue reading As I Lay Here…Dying
It was the last day of a year that had almost killed her. Now standing on a wooden dock, her … Continue reading “And Now I Wander All Alone…”
The water sparkles as it rushes over the smooth rocks of the worn riverbed, much as it did when Europeans … Continue reading Wearing Its Scars
1866 – It was a dark night. The trees overhead barely allowed any light from the full moon to trickle … Continue reading Another Time and Place
It was dark out, but inside the party was in full swing. Quietly, with just a hint of squeak, the … Continue reading “It Ain’t for Choir Boys”
She wrote with purpose. She was the link between that time and this and as a result felt the responsibility … Continue reading “Before My Memory Begins to Fail…”
On the highest point in Boston’s North End sits a cemetery. Late in the afternoon, after the Freedom Trail pilgrims … Continue reading True Son of Liberty
The group of mounted men made their way up the rocky path in the dark. Among them were two boys, … Continue reading In the Name of Power
The long blades of prairie grass rolled against the breeze coming from somewhere in the Bighorn Mountains. It rustled as … Continue reading Ghosts of the Little Bighorn
The cold wind blew heavy out of the north under a clear sky as oars, muffled by petticoats, sliced through … Continue reading “An Upright and Useful Citizen”
Sitting on the corner of Tremont and School Street in the heart of today’s downtown Boston is a spot of … Continue reading They Called Themselves Believers
They huddled inside the white walls of the grand house, women and children, refugees from a war that had enveloped … Continue reading Every Purpose Under Heaven
Sometime before 1717, a man stepped off a recently arrived boat onto the docks of the young settlement that would … Continue reading Mine Eyes Have Seen the Glory
“Often I think of the beautiful town that is seated by the sea…” – Longfellow Late in the day standing … Continue reading Seated by the Sea
River towns are full of dreams because they are always changing. Sitting at the end of Broadway where it meets … Continue reading Dream Chasing on the Honky Tonk Highway
These days the headlines are filled with images of protestors filling city streets over perceived offenses. The mass media provides … Continue reading The Place Where They Cried
Vicksburg, Mississippi was a hellish place to be in 1863. By late May the Confederates were hunkered down, sandwiched between … Continue reading Shadow City
Aces and eights. A dead man’s hand. So called because that is what James Butler Hickok held when he was … Continue reading Dead Man’s Hand
It’s late in the day and I find myself walking around the narrow streets of the French Quarter. Looking up, … Continue reading Late Afternoon Stroll
I’d stopped off for a bite of lunch in the Scottish Border town of Melrose. It was a cloudy, cool … Continue reading Ruins with a Brave Heart
“A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.” ― George R.R. … Continue reading Watchers on the Wall