(with excerpts from my essay in the forthcoming Walking with Anne Bronte) The ordeal is over! We've returned to the States! Finally home! The relief! The joy! The abundance! The... is that a cascade of blood flowing down Auggie's face and chest? Yes. Yes, it is. It took an entire week before one of us…
The Angel Project
POSN Three years ago I sat in an empty house at a card table on a folding chair, having just turned 40, and making a tiny book out of garbage. (Like ya do.) I didn't think anything about being 40, mostly because everything was much that same as when I was 30. These foolish vain…
Bird’s Eye View
My eye has been twitching for over a month. The first winter, I saw two swans in the sheep field. I'd never seen swans in a field. Swans are supposed to be in lakes and picturesque rivers with waterwheels. How weird. Imposter crows? Poser seagulls? Seagulls in the Midlands I don't get either. But swans…
The Dreamers’ Playbook
Hey guys, what do you want to play? My kids ask this when homework is done, while getting out of the car after church, waking up after their sleepover, and from still inside the bathroom washing hands-- Guys, what do you want to play? I remember, from a thousand years ago when I was a…
Christmas Gifts for the Literature Lover
A Festive Trip Inside The Crow Emporium THIS IS NOT A PAID FOR POST. I BUY ITEMS WITH MY OWN MONEY ENSURING THAT I CAN GIVE AN #HONESTREVIEW. As the …Christmas Gifts for the Literature Lover
All Creatures Great and Small and Dead
So there I was, after 3 fast food meals, 7 days away from home, and 12 hours on the road, scrubbing owl poop from every carpet, tile, couch, pillow, book, table, counter, and LEGO in my house. My kitchen smells like a pet store. This owl's Santa game sucked. My living room smells like an…
THE TALES AMIDST THE DRIFT
GUEST BLOG POST FROM LETICIA AT THE CROW EMPORIUM I am very pleased to share this guest blog post with you today from Leticia at The Crow Emporium. …THE TALES AMIDST THE DRIFT
In Which Christina Fishburne Achieves New Heights in Bronte Fangirling
Last June, most of our windows were held in the wall only by magic and the bodies of dead flies, so we were measured for nine new ones. When we took this house, we knew we'd be cold, we told our guests to bring warm clothing, and the second year we spent a small fortune…
In Which My Cooking Knocks Some Socks Off
"If you could do anything -- forget intelligence, physical skill, money, or talent -- if you could do whatever you wanted and it would work, what would you do?" my mom asked. I sat on the periwinkle painted iron gliding bench thing, the kind that leaves weird designs all over your thighs when you wear…
“So, I kicked him in the balls”: A Vaccine Story
The thing about living on a farm and doing exactly none of the work is that I'm 0% invested. I get to gaze out my window at galloping horses, drive down a winding road fluttering with apple blossoms and waving pink cherry trees, and smile at the new baby lambs that keep appearing on my…
Smile When You Say That 