State of the Wench

It’s 2009, even if it took a second longer to get here. I am still looking for Mr. Right-Job, or Mr. Right-Now-Project. I have discovered a raft of job sites, but they all seem to lead to the same five jobs. In fact, jobs I’ve applied for, and even interviewed …

Cure is the Condition

I loved stories from the moment I could decipher language, but perhaps I wanted to write my own because I was afraid. When I was little, I could never sleep. I feared cockroaches, monsters, death, fire, ridicule, parasitic infection, and hell. Even as a teenager, I could see a “wolfman” …