I’m feeling a lot of things today. There’s been a lot of talk about “male loneliness” lately, but I think it’s just l...

Egypt, 1938. A dig site in the Siwa Oasis collapses beneath a blood-red sunset. Workers scream as sand pours into the...

In the fall of 1952, beneath a blood-orange sky over Marrakesh, Indiana Jones chases a man through a labyrinth of sa...

Elijah Harrow was born into silence. Raised by his father in an isolated patch of the Appalachian wilderness, Eli nev...

In the shifting shadows of post-war Istanbul, Indiana Jones sits beneath a flapping canvas in the back of a smuggler’...

My brother passed away on July 12th. Over 9 years ago now. I still can’t believe that. He was my little brother, but ...

I struggle a lot with being present. I think some of it has to do with sensory overwhelm and how I’ve learned to prot...

A rusted sign clung to one post by a single nail: Perdition – Pop. 0. Johnny Blaze rolled through the skeletal remain...

The desert doesn’t forget. Not bones, not blood, and definitely not betrayal. Calder Rook had spent fifteen years ha...

I’ve been reading a lot. A lot about the history of the internet, a lot about social media... a lot about boy kings w...

The war had already gone on too long. The fields were no longer green but churned with red, soaked in mud and sinew, ...

Good morning, friends.  It’s Sunday.  (yes, I had to look and see what day it is) (Love, a tired mom.) I woke up ear...