It is high summer in Michigan—though that feels strange to say. This year has somehow flown by, yet also felt like being trapped in a waiting room. In many ways, it still feels like summer hasn’t truly begun. Between switching jobs, adopting a puppy, planning a wedding, getting married, going on a minimoon, planning a
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Long ago, deep in the Balkan Mountains, a little village lay buried beneath the clouds. In all of Stara, people worked hard—long into their old age, and they were happy. Whether it was with sheep, crops, or stone, there was a rhythm to life that one did not venture from. It made the cycle of
When the Great War began, the women in my land were summoned. “We each possess something — a secret gift, that, if combined, might stop doom fromengulfing our world,” Maeve wrote to me. So, beneath the full moon we thirteen gathered at the round table. Together, high on the Crag of Eldur, the torch flames
It’s October, which has always been my favorite month of the year. It is the time of in-between. The trees bloom with color, the air turns crisp, apples and pumpkins fill the grocery store aisles, Halloween decorations line the streets, and the world seems aglow with a blend of mischief and celebration. It’s one last
I am really excited to announce that I came in third place in Oakland University’s University’s Flash Fiction competition for my short story “Selkie Daughter.” I won’t be able to attend the actual event to read it out loud (since I am living in Scotland), but I am always amazed and humbled when anyone decides








