Lucy HamelMESSY PERFECTIONWhen the wind stopped, the mosquitos came. At a little past nine in the evening I was sitting in a wooden chair, in a small house by the...
Lucy HamelSTILL STIRRINGMusic moved me, as did those who could emote it so colorfully that I had to move with the heart of it. On weekends I went into the garage...
Lucy HamelBRAVERYThe love in bravery. For one person speaking up for themselves can feel like an act of bravery, while for another it could be admitting...