The town I grew up in; Whitefield, NH, took the Memorial Day parade seriously.  The procession; led by the High School Marching Band,...

*photo Stahr Cabral By this point many of you already know that I was raised by a Marine, in fact, if you have read my book ‘Jump Girl,...

Growing up the child of a wounded warrior, I knew the toll of war.  My father was missing an eye, a fancy piece of glass made to resemble...

It’s hot, too hot for late September in northern Vermont.  I am irritated and tired.  I don’t particularly like summer weather in July,...

Owenegaut, the cave of the Morrigan. I sat on my couch in the early hours of the morning, and cried.  I cried for the state of our...

This does not mean I turn a blind eye to the injustices of the world, it simply means that I will not approach them with malice and...