Happy Groundhog Day! The day when gobs of otherwise sane people gather in the cold, awaiting that magical moment when a quaintly garbed ge..
At first, I thought I had escaped the worse of it. It was my birthday, which also meant it was Candy Hearts Day.
My birthday flew under..
It started with a map.
I still remember my sister’s glee as she unrolled an ancient-looking map of Earth in the room above our mom’s te..
From afar, Earth is a marble of blue, green and brown shrouded by an ever-changing, wispy cocoon of white. Zooming in, this placid jewel t..
On Winter Wish Eve, my father always threw a swanky soirée. The vibe was much more the glittering ’20s of the twentieth century than the r..
It was turning into a long meeting.
Ever since arriving in the Creators Realm, I had been pining away for the life I had in Cratersvill..
According to the Eternal Clock, by which they live their lives, the Travelers start the new year at the time of the apple harvest. Not qui..
History. If you don’t learn from it, you’re doomed to repeat it.
My father and I were standing on the roof of his theater. It was not t..
I still remember the day when a hungry caterpillar inched its way across the top of my Creation Book.
My sister Poppy and I were sittin..
One day, while living in Cratersville, I was doing some rambling in that great Celestial Warehouse where all of the information of the uni..
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 ..
Spring has sprung. And it’s time to celebrate!
When I was growing up, Carnival Day was one of four carnival-themed days during the year..
March in Cratersville was always a grab-bag weather-wise. One day, it could be sunny and hot. Another day, it could be bitterly cold and w..
I’m sitting at a well worn desk. Hovering above me, just out of reach, is a softball-sized orb. This orb is a clock of sorts. The Traveler..
Another school year, and it’s time for your annual reality check. You aren’t going to get this from anyone else, so listen up.
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 paren..