Henrietta


I'd never liked antiquing before -- my mother half-dragging me around rooms full of musty nonsense that nobody wanted, my feet tired, my nose stinging a little from all that dust and "history." History in quotes, of course, because much of it seems to be weird plastic crap from the 1970s that got tossed out... Continue Reading →

I’m Accidentally Delusional


I'm the girl who shouts at people for saying Harry Potter is fictional (he isn't!). I'm the one who, after reading Harriet the Spy, hid in bushes wearing green and brown and spied on my neighbors. I want to be Peter Pan, but I wouldn't mind settling for Robin Hood. At night, I dream about riding dragons... Continue Reading →

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