The Ice Queen Cometh
What was it like to be a sexy girl in the olden days, Auntie Dreamer?
Let me tell you, Sweet Pea, it weren’t no bed of roses!
St. Nichole and the Elf
An Urban Christmas Fantasy written as a holiday gift to my friends and family.
Breathless
Breathless is the post-apocalyptic tale of a woman, a mechanical egg, and how the fear of losing hope can prevent a person taking necessary risks. “She sometimes imagined that she could hear the corpuscles knock on the valves, polite as old nuns, before sweeping in with their sacred bath of …
Gullibility
Doubt is a strainer through which we pour experience. What’s credible runs through the mesh; what’s not, stays to be examined and either labeled not true, or kept as an exception: incredible, but still true. Sometimes, though, an incredible experience makes the mesh bigger, allowing more to pass through the …
Cutting Away the Past
I gave myself my first major haircut after a bad breakup in college. My hair was two feet long, bright-young-thing blonde and shiny like cooking taffy. After that breakup (that man, that boy, that pain), I wanted to demonstrate that I was a a new person, a woman who had survived. As …
Lame or Awake
Despair lames most people, but it wakes others fully up. —William James William James’ philosophy has been my companion for the past month. I have used it to help me get a new perspective on my lifelong battle against depression. I think James might be helping in a way that therapy …