A figure in a brown dress, long white hair, and golden brown skin stood among the orange and oak trees … Continue reading The First Apocalypse, The Truth About Aliens, Missing Links, and Real Pandora’s Box, as Told by A Ghost
Ghosts. “You can’t get this,” he tells me. “I don’t know that,” I said. Vampires never know what might or … Continue reading Staying in with the Ghost
Dear Diary, When one is a Vampire one is not as fragile as those who walk the Earth with fragile … Continue reading Vlad’s Vampire Diary: Last Call
Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about creativity. I am an artist and writer. By using both I am a … Continue reading Creative Ghosts
I was sitting (and still am) at my dining room table with my laptop and overheard my husband on the … Continue reading Where’d you hear I was dead?
Today is perfect. Thick fog blankets the oaks. Small birds dance among the branches. Rain is supposed to come later … Continue reading Fog
Today I stopped by my friend (dare I say friend) Austin’s house to drop off muffins for his Grammy. She … Continue reading God Rest Ye Merry Werewolves, and Ghosts and Vampires too. With muffins. We can’t forget the muffins.
Red Dress, White Trim, A Dancing Ghost and the Quiet Musings of a Vampire Mom She was a shining light in … Continue reading Red Dress, White Trim, A Dancing Ghost and the Quiet Musings of a Vampire Mom
