Tag Archives: Erin Rhoda

This time last year, I was in a hospital, visiting a good friend who had just swallowed a bottle of pills. His hospital room was packed with friends and family, and we played flute and guitar and sang. The nurses … Continue reading →

It was springtime, and my junior high band, from D.R. Gaul Middle School in Union, Maine, was having a concert at a school an hour away in Waterville, Maine. I don’t remember much of the concert except that it was … Continue reading →

Michael O’Loughlin’s office looks like God’s waiting room. It’s on the top floor—the fifth—of the Oscar Wilde Center, off a tiny landing, behind a white door. At the far end of the room are two tables and two chairs. On … Continue reading →

I was terrified to leave Maine. The weeks before I left for Ireland, I busied myself with cleaning clothes, packing, and sewing up all the little tears in my shirts and jacket and in the quilt my Nana made years … Continue reading →