Today is St. Patrick’s Day, created to celebrate a monk who drove the snakes out of Ireland. Well, not real snakes, just those pesky Celtic pagans. Thanks to my latest writing endeavor, I’ve been researching Vikings, which landed me…
I was sitting in a candlelit room, trying not to cough through a haze of incense. On the table in front of me were strewn a handful of stones all carved with sharp angled symbols. I had never seen…
Somewhere around March your endurance for winter becomes a fine thread ready to snap. The ache for sunshine and warm feet sends me into the arms of the island of Saint Barthélemy. It is French owned and affectionately known…
