Just a girl who walks dogs and hangs out in cemeteries. Stay feral, y'all.
When Claire Bennett bought the little blue house at the end of Willow Street, everyone thought she had lost her mind. Her mother called it “a charming opportunity to develop a nervous breakdown.” Her best friend, Sophie, said it looked like the sort of house where a Victorian ghost might demand rent. Even the real... Continue Reading →
There comes a point in every woman's life when she wakes up, looks at herself in the mirror, and thinks, "You know what? I've really got my shit together." I have not reached that point. In fact, I'm beginning to suspect that particular milestone has been cancelled due to lack of interest, insufficient funding, and... Continue Reading →
Everyone in Briar Hollow knew that Isobel Leach wore gloves. She wore them in summer, when the heat made the roads shimmer and everyone else rolled their sleeves above their elbows. She wore them while buying bread, while gathering herbs beside the river, and even while standing alone beneath the rain. What no one knew... Continue Reading →
There are people who wake up in the morning refreshed. They stretch. They drink water. They meditate. They journal about gratitude. They stand beside a sunny window holding a tasteful ceramic mug while quietly contemplating all the wonderful possibilities the new day may bring. I wake up and immediately wonder what fresh bullshit the universe... Continue Reading →
