Life on Zorko
I’m not sure what possessed me to start writing in my own voice, from my own perspective. It’s like I woke up one day to find that there was someone else’s voice in my head. At first I was confused for the voice didn’t sound like Jellybean or Blueberry—the two characters I harness to deliver […]
Tweet Peace
It’s a gorgeous spring day in the Wanderlore Grove and I’m flipping through the pages of my Creation Book. Being magical in nature, my Creation Book has an infinite number of pages that will continue to grow throughout my life. Only a certain number of these endless leaves, however, will ever be perusable at any […]
Dark Bard
In our realm, it was the Wanderlores who kept the realm in balance. It was through their rituals that nature could coexist with the virtual, that everyday wonders could flourish side by side with the Magic, and that the dark could be at peace with the bright. My mother was a Wanderlore. My sister, Poppy, […]
Seeking and Finding
I’ve mentioned my mom several times so far, but I’ve really never written much about her and what she was really like. Both of my parents were a bit of a mystery to me as I was growing up. I didn’t know a lot about their lives before I was born, and this void of […]
Maverick
I’m a maverick. I have been ever since I was young. I have no desire to do things the tried and true way. Part of this stubbornness has to do with the fact that I am on the autism spectrum. How I operate isn’t easily plugged into the plug and play world that society structures […]
Sand
Sand was everywhere. It was in our shoes. It piled up around the chair legs. It formed dunes on the tabletop between the wine glasses and ceremonial dishes. It was the Night of the Feast of Freedom. We had just concluded the first part of the Telling—that ancient tale where, set against a backdrop of […]
Blood
The ten plagues, in order: Blood Frogs Lice Flies Pestilence Boils Hail Locusts Darkness Death of the Firstborn Every year, we told the same story. How an ancient people, enslaved in Egypt, were rescued by their God to be his people. When my sister and I were children, the plagues were a source of jest […]
