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Monthly Archives: April 2014
Graveyard Dirt on My Shoes
In and around the ordeal with my cat last week, I managed to tour three graveyards. That would have made for an excellent week, if not for what was going on at home. As it was, the graveyards were my sanctuary. … Continue reading
The First Stories
My mom was a firm believer in naps, mostly because she was a young mother with two small kids who also taught 9th grade English. She hadn’t reconciled the fact that requiring students to write papers meant she had to … Continue reading
Morpheus, At the End
I was on a cemetery tour I’d organized for the Obscura Society on Saturday, when my phone buzzed. I didn’t check the message until the tour had ended and I was getting back into the car. My husband’s text said, … Continue reading
It was really hard for me to go on vacation last week and leave work at home. Usually, I carry my laptop, so I can blog — like I did at the Death Salon in LA last fall. Or I bring … Continue reading
In Praise of Party Girls
Where did the character of Lorelei come from? She was inspired by a woman I met at university. Kimmy lived across the hall from me in East Quad. She was beautiful: large very dark eyes made bigger by mascara, long mahogany … Continue reading