OUR CATEGORY : Frances Hern

Where I Come From

After years of breakfast pancakes bathed in maple syrup, kids playing hockey beneath a Chinook sky with pink and purple sunrises that set gold over silhouette Rockies, cries of “have a nice day,” I think I’m Canadian. But four weeks into a trip home where damp grey days circle each other, history lurks beneath every […]

No Maps

The women in the airport Rent-a-Car office had no maps of Birmingham 6 a.m. one Sunday, said no one ever wants to go to Birmingham so we felt our way through sixteen-year mists past three children new buildings, old memories, along shrunken arteries constricted with parked cars and suddenly there we were the house so […]