Mary, Hannah, Joan of Arc, and a Saint I Don’t Remember

When I was 16, I marched in Washington the day after the inauguration. It was the first time I flaked on a job, the first time I thought of Thom from far away, and the place that I found Hannah. There I am, lifetimes away, staring out of a picture in black and white that…

Random Story Time – Island Pilots

Once after finishing a modeling gig, I had to fly out of St. Thomas on a small plane. That sounds a bit glamorous and spectacular, but really, I was a girl who most days played a waitress, and I’d just made a couple of grand in a week, and I knew I wouldn’t be able…