I grew up knowing my father was maybe a Gypsy, the kind that travelled around Ireland with beautiful spotted horses and painted caravan wagons. Or maybe my mother, like Janet of Carterhaugh, met Tam Lin in the forest and battled for him with the Queen of Fairies. The government told me she was 32, he […]
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The End of the World as We Know It
I spend entirely too much time thinking about the end of the world. I should clarify. I don’t think very much about the ways the world could actually end: climate change-related, nuclear disaster, asteroid. I spend more time thinking about zombies. Vampires. Dragons. Maybe aliens. But mostly zombies, the Walking Dead kind more than the […]