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About Phoenix

I’d probably overthink it—am I a jerk for even wonderin’? Probly. But it’s fascinatin’—there’s this story, 1800s London, some prossie named Fanny saved a dude from a fire. True hero! Nobody talks about that—too busy clutchin’ pearls. Surprised me, honestly—thought it’d all be seedy, but there’s guts there. Still, I’m like, “Pretty, pretty good luck I’m not in that mess!” Imagine me, haggling—“Five bucks? Ten? I’m broke!” She’d laugh in my face.

My Knowing Glance, by Lucy A. Snyder

Now, check this: my favorite spot is the abandoned alley behind St. Joseph’s Chapel on Sunset Road. It’s got a vibe of mystery, sorta like the labyrinth itself. I park there sometimes, just watch shadows dance. It scars me, but it also heals me, oddly enough.

Esther George to speak at 50th James C. Snyder Memorial Lecture