The angel rarely sleeps. She sleeps only when she needs a dream or two or wishes to shut out the loud and screaming world. On this winter night (winter in the northern half of the planet that is), after the many souls have gone to bed and the stars shine at their best, she stops …
No one will ever accuse me of being decisive. Even the simple question of what I want for dinner can send me into a mental tailspin. Things to consider: what I'm in the mood for, what I had for lunch, what I had for the dinner the day before, what might be for dinner tomorrow, …
I love Carrie Fisher and am sorry she's no longer traveling with us on this planet. I loved her sass. She was funny. She big hearted and funny and fully herself. Sometimes she was a mess. There's no doubt, but she found humor in her train wrecks, and that is something I always admire. We …
'Tis the season of complications. Drag out the decorations and the emotional baggage. Open gifts and anxiety. Jiminy Christmas! I love the holidays even if they are not all peace and light. It's odd what we remember from childhood, isn't it? What childhood holiday memories stay with you? For whatever reason, I remember the Christmas …
Happy Halloween! A lovely All Hallow's Eve. A blessed Samhain be.
Little Velly Northwind's father was a ghost. Her mother was a conjurer. They raised her ladylike...almost. Little Velly Northwind's friends were skeletons and bats. She kept spiders in her hair. She played hide-and-seek with cats. Little Velly Northwind didn't need to wish for many things. She had every monster she could want, every magic potion …
I love American Scream. Have you seen it? Of the three families the documentary follows, only for one person do the film makers ask why Halloween means so much to him. For the others, why seems answered with a quick "it's fun" sort of answer and that's it. Victor though didn't get to celebrate Halloween …
"Not all angels are gold and light," her mother often said. "Some are dark and, oh, don't forget--they commune with the dead." The little girl walked quietly, listening close and nodding her head. The two walked through the graveyard gates to see that grandmother was fed. "Now darling daughter, don't be shy. There is no …
A raven flew into her hair one day and asked to make a home. The raven promised her everything. "You'll never be alone." She allowed the bird to perch in her thoughts and dreams. The raven kept all promises. "The world isn't what it seems." Her powers grew strong and true like nothing ever seen. …
There's a woman selling pumpkins and gleaming carving knives. She's selling rose-red apples and tricks for stealing lives. The black birds call her mother. The wolves bring her fresh meat. The spiders weave her dresses. She calls them all,"My sweet." There's a woman selling pumpkins and she calls herself a queen. She rules the spirits …
Marta Pelrine-Bacon 