Why I Write
Because words are a feast and I am perpetually starving. Because the wind is harsh and biting and the wolves are howling outside the door, and words are the...
A Spell for the Missing
I am sitting here in the quiet of my living room with a cat on my lap, waiting for Italian food to get to me, and I’m thinking, I wish you were here. It’s a...
So This Is the New Year
Death Cab for Cutie sings, “So this is the new year, and I don’t feel any different.” It’s an arbitrary date, one that doesn’t mean much unless you want it...
Introduction
December doesn’t feel like a time of growing or creating, but a time where we’re all still and dreaming, waiting for the new year when we can once again...