In my great-grandmother's room, there was usually a lot of candy. Fiddle Faddle, Bit O' Honey, peppermint LifeSavers, sugar-coated gumdrops, Circus Peanuts. As a child, I ate HoHos from the bottom cabinet in the kitchen. I grew up in a strict evangelical environment. My grandmother had a...
"What would I want to leave in someone else's (metaphorical) house, potentially forever?"
I was standing in a cemetery the other day and saw an irregular shape in a small stream. Imagination immediately began working – is that a turtle? Is that a rock? Is it trash? Is it – I had to walk closer to find the answer. Rock. I used to be in...
How I used stories and bodywork to solve the crime of the century
"...those who do not have enough strength to resist his magic and who are not prepared to fight him, the sorcerer cat kills with iron claws."
I went for a year and a half without a computer of my own. I didn't read much during that time – I was repairing key parts of my nervous system and couldn't use those functions very much. I didn't have a smartphone. I'...
The toymaker father is the "good" one, the one Olivia prefers to identify as her father, but in this story, he's the aspect that's gone missing.
