This week we’re visiting churches, but it also seems to be the week of the dead. Yesterday we traveled outside the city walls to visit the Catacombs of Priscilla, a series of grave-filled tunnels that the early Christians used to bury their dead. Romans were not allowed to bury their dead within the city walls…

Yesterday we visited the Diocletian Baths. This was the ancient equivalent of a spa where everyone from nobility to the common man could soak in three different types of baths-cold, tepid, and hot. The baths no longer exist because Michelangelo was commissioned to design a church that now stands in their place. We walked through…

I’m moving out of my apartment today, packing boxes and cleaning, and wondering where all this stuff came from. I guess I can’t be too attached to the apartment I’ve been subletting for barely over two months, but there’s something special about this tiny apartment with the awkwardly arranged kitchen and plants that grow leaves…

     For those of you who didn’t hear, the arts journal at SPU, Lingua,  picked one of my stories to be featured in this year’s issue. I even had my first reading for it, which was terrifyingly exhilarating. Here is the story, for all those who are interested, or for all who just like creepy stories…