• The Autobiography of Credence Crow

    The Autobiography of Credence Crow

    I want to deflect any assumptions that you might have already made to yourself, dear reader. This is not a publicity stunt…

  • To Make A Raspberry

    To Make A Raspberry

    For ten years my husband and I have been counting pollinators. Around mid-February we print off our identification sheets, grab our binoculars and set…

  • Yarn

    Yarn

    The sun hangs low on the village of one street. Gripping a basket full of yarn, the witch shuffles past homes with smoking chimneys…

  • The Common Denominator

    The Common Denominator

    I want to tell you how much your mother and I love you. Let me begin: I knew I loved her but not enough…

  • Family Chronicles: Cold War Europe on $5 a Day

    Family Chronicles: Cold War Europe on $5 a Day

    If your father was in the military your family could expect to move every three years. We lived at six different addresses by the…

  • Us Kids

    Us Kids

    One February, Mum made me write notes on Scooby-Doo valentines. She called out “run–on sentence” and “comma splice” before ordering me to scratch my…

  • Tunnel Market

    Tunnel Market

    There were two main rules when in the tunnel market. First and foremost, keep your hands in your pockets and your handbags at home…

  • Among The Stones

    Among The Stones

    At night, all you could hear were the voices of the dead. The long–gone, the recently–gone, the unremembered; every voice in the graveyard made…

  • The Fever Grove

    The Fever Grove

    I wake crouching against rough bark. Taking a few short breaths to center myself in this new realm, echoes of memories tell me the…

  • The King of Ithaca

    The King of Ithaca

    The letter said, “I’m not as pretty as I used to be.” Underneath was written the time his train would arrive…