It was a chilly autumn night on my journey to Whitechapel. In most of my journeys I view the experience through the eyes of the victim, but tonight I traveled through the eyes of the killer. Whitechapel is no longer an area known for prostitution, but not wanting to give off the wrong impression (just… Read More A Ripper Named Jack.
I first read about the Eliza Fenning case back around 2009, and since then the story has kind of stuck with me over the years, it’s difficult to forget the tragic stories of those wrongfully accused who die pleading their innocence- especially when those accused are very young. On a recent trip to London, with… Read More An Unfortunate Girl and the Matter of Dumplings.