You may believe in ghosts. I've never seen one. My mother thought she might have seen one--although not on the night she spent in the cemetery. Maybe this is why I'm interested in graveyards. My mother spent the night in one, and how many people can say that about their mother? Now my mother dead, …
Category: death
Like I was saying…
I'm going to do Story-a-Day-May. Last year, I wrote a series of stories under the title The Fairy Tale Asylum. The working title this year--Graveyard Girls and The Enchanted Dead: Their Stories. We shall see where it goes. Why even do such a thing? I've done NaNoWriMo too, and these challenges beg the question-why? Why …
The New Year and the Old Years Long Ago
New Year's Eve I finished reading Girls of a Tender Age, a compelling and disturbing memoir. Mary-Ann Tirone-Smith writes about her childhood and the murder of a childhood friend. The story would've caught me even if a classmate of mine* hadn't been murdered back when I was in the eighth grade. She was not my …
Marta Bacon 