First snow

We’ve been coming to Charleston since I was 6 or 8, I guess.  From Maryland, Ohio, New York, Connecticut, and finally Clarksburg, we would visit my great-Aunts who lived on Quarrier Street. Emma smoked and cussed.  Louise was very prim and proper. Both attended the Baptist Temple, a name for a church which I found [...]

girl on a bus, part 1

Appayank.  It’s not a word, but it’s who I am.  Since my family moved back to West Virginia from the Northeast in 1983, I’ve felt the pull of both places.  I’m starting to write about it – we’ll see how that goes. This first story might be why I dig hip-hop so much… I was [...]