An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
I just read “Your Faces, O My Sisters! Your Faces Filled of Light!” by Alice B. Sheldon (James Tiptree Jr.)… and oof.
What a beautiful, lyrical punch to the gut that calls to mind my dad lecturing me as a teen about how I couldn’t go out for a walk alone after dark.
Continue reading “Walking at Night”
My childhood was perfectly framed by the Star Wars original and prequel trilogies — I was taken to Return of the Jedi in the theatre at 10 months old and promptly fell sleep when Jabba came onscreen; Phantom Menace came out when I was a senior in high school. Continue reading “Star Wars”
For all of his preaching patience to Luke, Yoda isn’t a very patient teacher.
Watch Luke’s face when he’s looking at Han in the first half of Empire Strikes Back — total adoration. Continue reading “Tidbits from Rewatching a Bunch of Star Wars”
We gave the six-year-old a scooter for Christmas. This seemed like a reasonable choice.
But today… they’re designing a whole new house that they want to build for it, centered around a scooter cabinet, and a few blocks away. Their plans involve taking our refrigerator. Continue reading “Scooters and Rabbit Cookies”
by Mary E. Lowd
Originally published in Fantasia Divinity Magazine, January 2018
A hundred-some baby geese wandered through the field of mint. Shanna watched them from the river’s edge where she was busy washing the kitchen rags and tablecloths. She’d heard stories about geese who laid golden eggs and brothers transformed into swans, but she had no brothers who’d gone missing, and when she finished with the washing, she found no glints of gold hidden in the mint. Only a smooth, round stone that felt nice in her hand, so she slipped it into her pocket. Continue reading “Geese and Gingerbread”
Sometimes you can be a 10x better parent if you can just get away for two hours and write 1000 words about having adventures on a spaceship.
Taking melatonin, because Christmas morning is basically a different time zone.
The twelve-year-old: “My acapella group is doing a Pentatonix song.”
Me: “Oh? Which one?”
Twelve, sings: “Taaaaaake oooooon meeeee!” Continue reading “Pentatonix Cover of “Take On Me””
Maybe it’s just the random sampling I’ve happened to select this week, but as a genre, Christmas movies do not seem to make a strong argument for spending time with family.
“Therapy is for people who want to be in each other’s lives. We don’t have that problem.” Continue reading “Fred Claus”
That feeling when you’re just so glad that your dog is feeling enough better to bark his head off at the vacuum cleaner, even if it does make the house very noisy.
Okay, so neither of them is good, but…
Deck the Halls >>>> Christmas with the Kranks
The six-year-old: “We should make gingerbread men!”
The twelve-year-old: “Gingerbread PEOPLE.”
Me, a furry: “Anthro gingerbread.”