Crisis
We are not because it’s too hot in the summer. We are not doing anything about the world of our children and grandchildren because we have not made them yet.…
it was quite something to find a heart specialist who knew so little about the heart.
I sometimes imagined that my mother and these aunts, who oftentimes murmurated in our small living room, were in fact birds who had lost their feathers, perhaps due to some…
Dad was dead. Now he’s not. And nothing is OK. Today in Fireside: “Since He Came Back” by Lindsay King-Miller: …
Hers are small, hidden magics. Subtle. Deniable. Here and now, she is Elda, a weaver, her shuttle carving magic across the warp and back again, weaving protection into the cloth.…
“All you humans yearn for the sea. You came from here, and now you walk around on land, carrying salt water inside you, longing for the day when you can…