Stories from a Neurotic Childhood: Judgment House

I was recently asked about my scariest Halloween memory, and of course I thought not of the time that I dressed up as a Confederate soldier--a story for another day, and a fact for which I deeply apologize--but rather, of this quote: “The God that holds you over the pit of hell, much as one... Continue Reading →

From the Recesses of a Small Town Library, Installment 2: Childhoods of Famous (Exclusively Female) Americans

It must've been my mother who introduced me to the biography section of the children's library, because I remember her reading me bios of Helen Keller and St. Patrick when I was 5 or 6 (I remember the Patrick biography especially because it contained an anecdote about a monk who tried to stay up praying... Continue Reading →

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