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I lick the blob of blood on the tip of my thumb and resist crying as we paddle our old canoe toward the effulgen...
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Scientists both cruel and curious have demonstrated that a Bulldog Ant cut in two will lash out at anything near...
Sammie’s Stand was a cobbled-together lean-to with faded paint that sat at the far end of the grounds shared by ...
DINNER WITH H.P.B.
This evening the doyenne of the London Theosophical Society had chosen t...
James R. Hannibal
This post was originally part of The Quartermaster Quarterly, which offers backstory and peripheral anecdotes fo...
On the ship, we sang and danced and drank champagne -- yes, even the children. The adults were indul...