How Being Broke—and Taking My Top Off—Made Me a Writer

From a story on by Deborah E. Kennedy headlined “How Being Broke (and Taking My Top Off) Made Me a Writer”:

The man lived in a stone house across from a historic cemetery in an eerily quiet and strangely dated corner of one of Cincinnati’s funkiest neighborhoods. Climbing the stairs to his front door, I felt the judgmental, ghostly eyes of countless long-dead Catholics boring into my back, seeing through my business casual ensemble to the slutty lingerie underneath. The feeling was at once shameful and titillating, scary and surreal.