Photo: “Touchstone Wildlife and Art Museum, Haughton” by Shreveport-Bossier Convention and Tourist Bureau is licensed under CC BY 2.0 It’s hard to remember not to coo at the babies,the soft swirls of the raccoon kits’ fur, the little white teethlining the lion...
Photo: D. Ribeiro / Shutterstock.com Maya arranged it. ‘He’s your type,’ she said, as we ate lunch between classes in our favourite alcove where students never interrupt us. ‘What does that mean?’ I said, pushing my tray aside. I’d read an article that morning about...
Photo: D. Ribeiro / Shutterstock.com Otis and Mila left Kenmare to traverse clockwise around the Ring of Kerry an hour later than planned. Mila had marked five stops along the route on Google maps before they left the United States. Sneem, Caherdaniel, Portmagee,...
You lose your friends somewhere in the first hallway. At the entrance, your eyes still dazed from sunlight, you were offered a choice between the Long Way Round and the Shortcut, and your friends asked for the Long Way Round, and you went with them because you were...
What always shocked the Moby Dickheads was a whaleboat’s flimsiness, how squat the gunnels, how thin the planks separating whalers from depthless ocean and the 65-ton sperm whale they’d stabbed. All yesterday I’d been stuck working the whaleboat exhibit. That meant...
