Last night we went to a very strange venue to see Charles’ friend Lizzie Wright play. It was a very intimate show, meaning that we all ended up with musical instruments. I totally snagged the Triangle. Cause everyone knows: Triangle Man always wins.
Going down to Charleston today — gonna run Soteria’s shop for a while. If you need me, I’ll be at Dixie Dunbar’s Studio, 192 King Street. And then…Hypericon!!
In the twenty-first century, it’s not uncommon to have several Thanksgivings and Christmasses. You’ve got your mom’s family, your dad’s family, your stepfamily, your work family, your own family, and seven other families I forgot (but you best not have). I’m luckier than most in that I only had one Thanksgiving and two Christmasses this year — one in…
My sister commissioned a piece of artwork today — sitting me down and handing me brushes and paints is pretty much the only way to get me to do art lately — to fit in a small frame she had found and had my father fix while here was here over the holidays. She had them cut a piece…
This essay is one of the “Lost Blogs” that was discovered in the wildlands of the intarwebs by my friend Eric James Stone after the publication of Beauty & Dynamite. I’m posting it in response to something Kelli wrote recently called “Boyfriend 47,”, an essay ranking the merits (or lack thereof) of the respective Disney princes. Personally, I think…
Yes, the curse of the post-Christmas-birthday Capricorn is that everyone–especially your Gemini mother–is all about taking advantage of post-Christmas sales on your behalf. For the ever-practical Capricorn, this presents a double-edged sword dilemma. On the one hand: bags full of free clothes you inevitably need at prices you won’t likely be able to beat the rest of the year…
Once upon a time there were Three Musketeers who grew up: Me, Casey & Margo. Each of us had a little sister: Soteria (Sami), Darra Dane (Dee or Brat) and Alison (only one “l”). Last month, The Brat got married at the Lace House on the Governor’s Mansion grounds in Columbia, South Carolina. It was a perfect, gorgeous, sunny…
I was thinking about it the other day — I can’t actually remember a time when I didn’t know how to read. I knew the alphabet at eighteen months. At three, I was reading the TV Guide. Mom got me into Kindergarten at four, where a teacher’s assistant told my father, “Alethea can spell words I don’t even know.”…
This week’s EscapePod story is “A Wild Patience” by…
The Once Upon fairy tale anthology collection — A…
MY COUNTRY IS A GHOST by Eugenia Triantafyllou, narrated…
