Lovely, Dark and Deep: A Path Through Childhood
This is me, walking on the path that I used to walk to grade school every day – a small Catholic school in a small town in southern Illinois. The […]
Category Archives: not horror, but still uncomfortable
when I’m feeling lit’ry
Electricity
I gave the eulogy at my mother’s funeral. I did not see Lightning Jim right away, though there were only about a dozen or so old folks in the pews […]
Gameboard
I met my husband in a dog food factory. I know that sounds like the beginning of a joke, but it’s true. We both had summer jobs at ProVets Pet […]
Waking Up From Dying
Waking up from dying was not at all what she had thought or feared it would be. There were no gates, pearly or fiery or otherwise. No floor of clouds. […]
An Unexpected Exodus
Something has been on my mind, something I read somewhere not long ago – I don’t remember where, maybe Nova, or one of the airline in-flight magazines. The article was […]
Gifts With Strings
When she was small, Christmas meant the smell of cinnamon-scented candles, a tree with lights that shone steadily and all white without even one twinkle, and wearing a scratchy dress […]
The Creek
Daddy made me show him the place. You couldn’t tell nothing about what happened but for that stick. It had some of my blood on it but Daddy didn’t notice. […]
Bag Lunch
One day he found a girl in his lunch. She was wearing a blue dress, the skirt stuffed and tied into a round soft ball pierced with dozens of straight pins, as if she’d been shot by dozens of Indians small as herself.
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