When I was in middle school, I was assigned Edgar Allan Poe’s short story, “The Black Cat.” A long-time fan of felines, I was excited about it. When I reached one of the more gruesome parts of the story, I actually burst into tears. It was my first encounter with Poe’s macabre, and as a teenager, I wasn’t ready for it. But then I read “The Gold Bug” … Continue reading Visiting The Poe Museum