by Tracy Simmons It’s faded now, often covered by socks or pant legs. What was once a symbol of pride has now become a branding, an aching scar I hide. Thirteen years ago, on a Friday night, I strutted into Fine Line Tattoo in Albuquerque, New Mexico and told the artist exactly what I wanted. … Continue reading Writers’ Ink: On “Scribo,” Tube Socks, and “Speaking Christian”