Last year, I think it was, I wrote an original fairy tale and submitted it to a magazine, which didn’t accept it. So, as my mother used to say, I picked up my doll and my doll rags and went home. Meaning, in this case,…
Category: Grab bag
I have a friend who has geese, although she says the geese have her. Apparently, they wandered onto her farm from somewhere and won’t go away. People seem reluctant to cook with their eggs, but my friend makes killer brownies, and she claims the only…
Working on the new Pimchan story. Rough draft. Don’t judge. Traveling Thoughts excerpt from “The Warrior’s Wedding” by Marian Allen Pimchan set off at a brutal pace. She had slept in her practice arena, wrapped in a cloak in the open. The sand was much…
