So, there I was, in, what? Fourth grade? We were learning about instincts. Birds that could fly halfway around the globe to find exactly the same nesting site. Salmon swimming upstream without their parents to guide them to the pool where they were born! I raised my hand. “Why don’t we Read more…
Procrastitron is an Autobot… we think? She’s never bothered to paint her allegiance logo. But she hangs out with the Autobots. Probably because, you know, the Decepticons would kick her out for not doing stuff. Procrastitron is not badly-drawn! Procrastitron is thematic in her simplicity. By the way, those colored Read more…
My house was built in 1930, an era when people did not accumulate quite so much stuff. In particular, I suspect the 1930 wardrobe was quite a bit less varied than today’s, because my closet is about the size of a refrigerator. My friend Nyla recently asked me, “How do Read more…
When I was a wee child, picking a topic to write about was easy: I wrote COOL SHIT. Like… bicycles that transform into helicopters or space ships or motorcycles or maybe power armor and I should have a cool robot friend who is sarcastic and transforms into like a briefcase. Read more…
When I was seven years old, I received incontrovertible proof that fairies were real. It happened on a summer’s day. Midsummer? Maybe. I woke in the bed I shared with my twin sister to find a silver ring on my ring finger. I’d never seen it before. It was a Read more…
When I was young, in my twenties, I walked past a man who had just been shot. It was on Euclid Avenue, an ugly stretch with a brown strip mall of empty store fronts on one side and a gravel parking lot on this side, where the man lay over Read more…
In Second Grade, our teacher said we would Make Books. She had a special book stapler, and a collection of wallpaper samples we could pick for our covers. First we would write out our stories and count the words so she could determine how many pages to give us – Read more…