in a 1960s French film somewhere…

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humor of the dark

nonfiction

  • The Witches of Eastlake

    I may be guilty of many things, but wizardry isn’t one. If this were Salem, Mass. in the summer of 1692, I certainly would’ve been set ablaze, tossed in the drink, or swung from the gallows. Puritans would’ve found me objectionable, no doubt. Wouldn’t even have passed age 5 or 6. It was then I Read more

  • Feather or Not

    All the members of my family have supremely graceless moments on a regular basis. We all admit it: we’re klutzy. While I raced across the street once during rush hour to make the light, hands stuck in pockets, I tripped & face-planted in the crosswalk. The schadenfreude experience goes both ways. Upon standing back up, Read more