He wondered how to proceed and while he wondered, the belt caught Jasmine’s attention. A lacquered fingernail reached out to stroke it.Read More
If your childhood doesn’t contain incidents that would work in a long-running children’s series, I’m sorry, you may not become a famous writer.Read More
BY ANNALISE MABE
An illustrated story
When I was two, we moved to Prague
What Not to Eat on New Years
Crab—because they skitter sidelong—might counter your clockwise.
Pheasant for fear of your luck taking wing. As Emily Dickinson said: hope is a feathered thing.
Their feet stuck to the thin layer of beer that coated the kitchen and mail littered the rug by the front door. They went out only to get milk and coffee and diner eggs. The snow had melted into a dirty Jersey slush that seeped up her pants as she skipped along the gutter to keep pace.Read More