Every kid who grows up with a clothes washing machine has wanted to get in one while it's on.  This has nothing to do with wanting to be clean (since universally, kids tend to hate baths.  What is that about, getting naked?  Wanting to have control over things that we are not yet old enough... Continue Reading →

There is a burka effect in winter for humans.  How many times have we been approached:  "Hello!" they say, then seeing who it is under the scarves and hat, realize we are not who they think we are.  We seem to have doubles, everywhere, because we are reduced to our ski caps and winter coats.... Continue Reading →

  This bit of flash fiction was written by my friend in 2013, published in the Lightship Anthology. In spite of her attempts to eradicate  animism from her beliefs, it's still there, and hence, I live.   The Mutiny She said goodnight to her bike as she parked it in the garage, wondering what it... Continue Reading →