Seeking the Dead DW McKinney The nursing students lived in Meadowlands residence hall with a baby’s ghost. He wasn’t really a baby, but of an indeterminate age lost to the longevity of his tale. When I first heard about him, my womb quivered at the thought, and I believed the dead to be an infant. “Let’s go find Blue Boy,” Julia said one night. It was a foolish idea only made possible with the helping hand of Smirnoff. It […] Continue Reading
