The Sparrows fly today, but this time it’s different; I’m not in the audience. This time I’m standing with my brother’s troupe at the edge of Mexico City’s Olympic Stadium, as the world watches and waits. But I can’t jump. I can’t even move. One by one, I watch as the others approach the edge […]
If last month concerned managing bad news, this month leaps to the opposite end of the spectrum. Because I’m writing a new series of books for Nightshade Press. Ink spilt. Checks cashed. So, now what? I’m not used to good news. I have no blueprint for what to do with it. In fact, my workaholic […]
Growing up, I didn’t have television; I had books. Our house was tucked away in the mountains, down a mile and a half dirt road. From there, it was a fifteen-minute drive to the pit stop of a town stamped on our home address. I wouldn’t have chosen any of that (I envied the other […]
She begins with the grass that runs along the border near the bottom. She’s careful, as the tea-stained linen cloth is beginning to fray from the hundreds of times she’s pulled it in and out of the canvas shopping bag where she keeps her sewing. She pulls each stitch carefully, her movements a kind of […]
The sparrows left my chest the day I brought you home from the hospital. At first, I thought it was the crying–you were a loud, red-faced little thing–but they didn’t come back even after you quieted down. I began to miss the brush of wings against my ribs, the soft prick of little beaks and […]
Dearest Adhi, The psychiatrist assigned by Headquarters suggested I start a diary to help me cope with your ship’s disappearance. Instead, I’m going to write you a bibliography. I won’t write every day, and maybe you’ll never read this anyway, but it helps to think that someday I’ll be able to show you what I’ve […]
Mother’s Day is a celebration of mothers, motherhood, and the profound influence women have on shaping the world of the future. The holiday is observed in over 40 nations worldwide, with well over three-quarters of those nations celebrating in the month of May. When I was a child, Mother’s Day was an affair rife with […]