I first began teaching at a small private school that got its furniture and texts from public school discards. The history textbook I was given was a massive, excruciatingly dull text listing kings, Prime Ministers, and battles, interlarded by great … Continue reading
Calendula Isadora (Callie) is an uncommonly powerful witch with a mind for science. But her independent ways run afoul of her San Francisco coven house, especially when she creates life in the form of a massive golem. And her unseemly affection for her human boyfriend? Such things are simply not done among respectable witchkind.Continue reading
A few months ago, I posted my Crème Brulee Brownies baking adventure. Those were good, but they aren’t my favorite. One May, several years ago, I reasoned that even though I had no children I was a dogmom and that … Continue reading
Today I’m going back over fifty years Between cultures, in fiction, in all our lives, childhood can have similarities and differences. Teaching the theory is a wonderful thing, and something I’m prone to. I will teach how to create a … Continue reading
The axis of the Earth changed its tilt. All the glacial and polar ice melted. Humanity was reduced to a tiny fraction of the once teeming masses.
The concussion that robbed Gabby of her memories of the Before times opened her to trance visions through dance. She dances herself to exhaustion to learn Truth. She dances to banish evil spirits, Death, and illness.
But Gabby is too young for the role of Shaman, too untrained. When strangers bring new ideas and change, she’s unable to prevent Utopia’s harmony and cooperation from cracking. Violence spreads.
The dance that gives Gabby much wisdom does not tell her how to find a murderer or how to stop a war.
The man she hopes to marry sees no options but to fight. The stranger who touched her heart in a vision must abandon her and Utopia for a greater cause.
Saving all that she loves she must do on her own.Continue reading
In the process of making over his best friend Debby, hairdresser Bruce decides he has to seduce her— just a little teeny bit— to protect her from heartbreak. Yeah, that goes well.Continue reading
In an earlier blog post* I described my cat’s relationship to the Time Machine that sits on my desk keeping tabs on what goes on in my computer. When both Pard and the Time Machine were younger, it often made faint clickety buzzing noises, which convinced him that it it contained beetles. A reasonable assumption, since our house swarmed with box-elder beetles that year, and they did get into everything. He enjoyed hunting them. But eating them always appeared to be more a duty than a reward. Presently he gave it up. Then he gave up beetle-hunting altogether, as a boring juvenile pastime beneath the dignity of a mature cat.Continue reading
I’ve really loved writing these books. They’re funny and feminist and fantastical and finally off my desk, featuring succubi, shoes, and shopping, massive quantities of food and controlled substances, boots-on-the-ground empowerment, all-girl hot tubbing, riot-grrl rage, rollicking, revenge, renewal, rejoicing, and six women who find out what they’re made of by making themselves into something totally other.Continue reading
For a lot of big (and formerly big) women, food is not necessarily a part of the picture. For Pog it’s everything. Sex equals power, demonhood means wealth, but food is love.Continue reading
This story is less boffo than the first three Slut adventures mostly because Amanda needs to travel such a long way from numbness to love. I found myself siding with Cricket a lot, prodding Amanda emotionally in the middle of the night, tickling her sense of humor, luring her into the woods, leading by following, crashing around in her life like upbeat ball-lightning, tempting her to live a little.Continue reading