Category Archives: Myth

Fairy Soup: A tale of love, imagination, and sugar sprinkles

We met our first fairy in the den. J was 30 months. His reddish-brown curls framed his nut-brown eyes, which were wide with wonder. He sat snuggled in my crossed legs, his hair tickling my nose. His pudgy hands were up by his head, ready to cover his ears in the event I told “the…

A Survivor’s Tale

Many of you who read my blog knew me before I was broken. Some of you met me after. But precious few of you knew during the madness. With the exception of my immediate family, some co-workers, and one stalwart friend from college, if you knew me before, you did not know me during, because…

Imagining Lent

I have what school teachers used to call “an active imagination.” A term meant to politely notify my parents that I spent too much class time in my “fantasy world” and not enough in the “real world.” And so began a cleft in my understanding of existence, of what is imaginary—magical and wondrous things you…