Things my children will ask one day

Mommy, why do vampires sparkle?   They don't, or they didn't used to. My generation just hasn't been satisfied with anything, unless they're throwing glitter on it.  Including our horror icons. I don't know if it's the writer's impulse to make things new and different, or if the audience was just tired of the darkness,... Continue Reading →

Sweet Hour; a southern gothic novel is coming to Radish

Hally McDonald flailed a little as she played the intro chorus to Sweet Hour of Prayer, while the choir stood up on the dais. Adra rose with the rest of the congregation as the hymn pounded throughout the church with a barely perceptible rattle of the rafters, she thought, looking up nervously. She wondered how... Continue Reading →

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