Amy Pearl

It was late summer of 1967 when my twenty-year-old parents and five-month-old brother moved from Satellite Beach, Florida to Houston, Texas. Almost out of the Florida panhandle, they stopped to fill up their red ‘65 Chevy Impala.  “Where you all headed?” the station attendant asked…

The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself falling down a very deep well. It was a rare frigid and…

October Men When will I ever get this chance again? Each time I refreshed the screen to see StubHub’s supply of remaining single tickets, it was the same wrestle – cost vs. opportunity. The chance to see another playoff game, to watch the best pitchers…

Thursday, February 16, 2017 The Golden State embraced me while I waited for the rental car bus. With palm trees and abundant sunshine and February’s crisp air, it was always a ruby-red-slippers moment when landing at LAX. The forecast showed rain during my four-day, solo…

Photo Credit: Matt Gorrek Is that why we live here? So you can walk one block to get a bagel? I knew my boyfriend in New York City was right. It was common sense, good financial future planning. The rent for our 600-square foot studio…