I had seen her many times before, or so I thought, sitting outside of Market. Always typing. Today I asked her to write a poem with the subject "Not From... read more →
One evening last week I hopped on my bike and rode around my neighborhood. I’ve lived in the West End of town for three years now, and for the first... read more →
Two years ago today, we set up in our friends' backyard, made snacks and invited a few people to join us in launching this thing called Lancaster Transplant. We'd like... read more →
The Philly Girl inside me wants to come out. She’s pissed. It’s true. Did you know I used to be punk rock? Street punk, in fact. Fishnets, plaid and converse.... read more →
I cannot even begin to express the joy that came over me last Thursday as a large, black van rounded the corner of Grant St. and Charlotte. It had been... read more →