Chasing ghosts because the rent was too high.
My Great-Aunt Lenore believes the Earth is crisscrossed with magical energy currents called Ley Lines. I believe in decent Wi-Fi and the scientific method. But she’s paying for the plane tickets, so for the next year, I’m traveling the world to touch rocks, sit in vortexes, and report back on the 'vibes.'
Welcome to my very expensive field trip.
The Space Between the Notes (Or: Why I Missed the Ferry)
The Shelter of the Stone (Or: A Storm, A Fiddle, and A Coaster)
The Blade and the Bird (Or: Why Valentine’s Day is for Argumentative Silence)
The Ferry at the End of the World
The Water Table (Or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Geology)
The Pendulum, The Pie, and The Girl on the Train
The Grey Mirror (Or: Why London is Just Seattle with Better Accents)
