fiction with a dark edge
Photo above: Stonehenge at dawn on winter solstice (photograph by Mike Peel via WikiMedia Commons) BOOK GIVEAWAY INFO BELOW Desire for soup Recently I've been feeling sluggish and unfocused. My greatest desires seem to be curling up under a warm blanket and cooking a hearty soup. Everything else seems like too much trouble. Then, a... Continue Reading →
Welcome to our day of reckoning. Sirens approach, heralding nearing disasters. Catastrophes invade our countries, our states, our cities, our homes, our bodies. Fires rage, both actual and metaphorical. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e8HnC7LS1jU And I write. I document disaster in tiny print, writing smaller and smaller, writing myself down a spiral of denial. The illusion of control boils... Continue Reading →
Being in the presence of a diva can be intimidating. Fortunately, the author of today's guest post, Arlene Miller, is anything but. Even as I wrote that last sentence I worried there’s something wrong with it. Will I hear from her about how it’s constructed? Is there a prohibition against ending a sentence with "but?"... Continue Reading →
My third grade teacher, Mrs. Smith, was rather stern. You might even have called her cruel. I was a compliant kid who enjoyed being useful. You might even have called me a teacher’s pet. One day, I asked Mrs. Smith if there was anything I could do to help in the class. She turned to... Continue Reading →
