He left me behind—my grand père, my papa. I took too long to get ready. Primping and applying foundation uselessly in the sweltering Louisiana heat. This time, he would teach me a lesson. He would finally prove that my mouth was the only thing I ran. I hurried down the hideous green shag-carpeted stairs to …
After my divorce and my grandmother’s death, my little daughter Savannah and I had few options and dollars in finding a place of our own. Depression and medication were like my second and third children. After my grandmother’s death, I inherited my father’s childhood home and my grandmother’s collection of dolls. The collection is famous in …
The attraction to gothic stories for me has always been their ability to transport me back into a world long gone, but some traces persist—the trendy “trad” or traditional wife with her nods to the 1950s prim-and-proper housewife. But there is something sinister behind that smile and the glint of her smart appliances; there’s a …