The Smell of American Soil The cargo hold of the liberty ship had smelled of rust, bilge water, and the sour, crowded panic of forty-three women who…

The heavy canvas tarp at the back of the transport truck rattled violently as the vehicle bounced down the unpaved access road. Inside, forty-three women sat packed…

The Altar of Submission The copper vats of the Corpo d’Assistenza Femminile in Naples had smelled of wood ash, bruised bay leaves, and the sharp, green bite…

The Dust of Texas The train hissed to a violent, shuddering halt, venting a great cloud of steam that smelled of coal smoke and hot iron. Inside…

The Gray Moss of Mississippi The canvas flap of the transport truck slapped against the wooden frame, rhythmically slicing the humid air into suffocating gulps. Inside, twenty-three…