Becoming a Crone

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

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

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