The Secret Notebook Perhaps Frieda had always known. She stood in the attic, holding a notebook with her name printed in small type on…
We never know what will emerge in our lives as inspiration, do we? For me, it might be a penny sitting alone on a sidewalk.…
The Clearing Wisps of smoke rise from the bubbling pot. The witches chant. “We invoke thee, young one. Come to us!” Slowly, the maiden walks,…
The Selection The lumpy, disfigured gourd grimaced in the pumpkin lot. Sarah grimaced back. “Sorry, you’re too ugly.” Then she smiled, realizing it reminded her…
Leaving Against a silken, fog-feathered landscape, depleted by wind and Autumn decay, we flew. It was time. Winter threatened, biting our wings with an arctic…