This is a reprint of another Halloween favorite. Enjoy! Pearl became a crone gradually. It started when she shed her pastel, party-mint-colored clothes, the pinks, the baby blues and pale yellows. Suddenly she found herself attracted to burgundy, teal, and aubergine. She stopped dyeing her hair yellow blond, gave up the tinted contacts, the high … Continue reading Becoming a Crone
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Memorie and the Coyote
This is a reprint of one of my most popular stories, a fun little mystery for October. Enjoy! Memorie is in a cozy pace, propped up with pillows and notebook, herbal tea and the most affectionate of her three cats at her right hip on the sofa next to her. She has arrived at this … Continue reading Memorie and the Coyote
Sheltering, Part 4
We’ve all been “sheltering” now, to one degree or another, for seven and a half months. Initially I was both alarmed and secretly pleased—because suddenly I could be my introvert self without apology. My biggest fear was that the whole thing would end too soon—before I completed the half-finished novel I’d been sitting on for the past … Continue reading Sheltering, Part 4
Memorie and the Coyote
This is a reprint of one of my most popular stories, a fun little mystery for October. Enjoy! Memorie is in a cozy pace, propped up with pillows and notebook, herbal tea and the most affectionate of her three cats at her right hip on the sofa next to her. She has arrived at this … Continue reading Memorie and the Coyote
Shadow
Written with the prompts: the streets were deserted, where was everyone, the shadow knows Phoebe came out of the Safeway to a parking lot of empty cars and abandoned grocery carts. She glanced to her left, then right, and noting no traffic, she ventured out toward her car. She carried a plastic bag with four … Continue reading Shadow
Becoming a Crone
Pearl became a crone gradually. It started when she shed her pastel, party-mint-colored clothes, the pinks, the baby blues and pale yellows. Suddenly she found herself attracted to burgundy, teal, and aubergine. She stopped dyeing her hair yellow blond, gave up the tinted contacts, the high heeled pumps. She traipsed around in dark green Birkenstocks … Continue reading Becoming a Crone
They are Coming
At dusk, when the day turns orange, then pink, then purple, spanning the color spectrum in the time it takes to walk home from the park, the ghosts come out. You may see them for only ten or fifteen minutes, in that bright, liminal space before the night turns black and stars wink on like … Continue reading They are Coming
The PTA Meeting
I was a little reluctant to share this one because I like to think of myself as a pacifist. Please know that I wrote this in the spirit of--oh, what the heck--I wrote it just for fun! Enjoy! Written with my Thursday Night Group with the prompts: three drops of blood, a cozy place, bad … Continue reading The PTA Meeting