Woodsom Farm, a park in Amesbury, Massachusetts. (Photo by author.) As if we thought it was finally summer in my little piece of New...

“It’s no use, dear boy. The shadmocks aren’t going away. We have to learn to live with them.” My impression of how the fictional world of...

Hild, unable to bear the deaths of her lover and father, raises their bodies with the bodies of their warriors, leading to an endless...