Most human beings come into the world and leave it with nothing to show they ever lived.
Nothing truly beautiful without its element of strangeness, nothing whole without its own incongruity, these (Jacksonville-area pioneer house) ruins sand up from the earth in sacred conjunction. These...
Rosehill was shady and beautiful, the most serene place I could imagine. It had been closed to the public for years, and sometimes as I wandered alone - and often lonely - through the lush fern beds a...
Dangers were no more than odd imaginings, like ghost stories that children made up to frighten one another: things that couldn't possibly happen.
I believe ghost story writing is a dying art.
To tell a ghost story means being willing to be haunted.
Answers are almost always insufficient. They are almost always misleading.