The first time I saw the box, I thought it was beautiful, which should probably have been enough of a warning, although I have never been particularly good at recognizing…
The first time my reflection blinked, I was seven. I told my mother. She slapped me. Not hard. Just enough to teach me that some things should never be repeated.…
There are things you inherit from your family that don't show up in photographs. You can inherit someone's eyes.Someone else's hands.A crooked smile that appears in three generations of wedding…
The costume was in a box labeled HALLOWEEN in my mother's handwriting. I found it three months after she died. There were other things in the box. A string of…
“FINISH THE CHANT! LET THEM PAY! IT IS MY TIME!”, "… grant me courage and might. Let light show you the path, and ward of evil’s wrath!". “I did it” she repeated while jumping.