by Mary E. Lowd

If it’s all in my head
Then maybe
Through sheer force of willpower
I can fix it Continue reading “All in My Head”
An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
by Mary E. Lowd

If it’s all in my head
Then maybe
Through sheer force of willpower
I can fix it Continue reading “All in My Head”
by Mary E. Lowd
Originally published in Ursine Exchange Officer, August 2025

Most weeks, Grawf taught her Ursine martial arts class in one of the starship Initiative’s exercise rooms which had tumbling mats for a floor and a full-wall mirror where her students could watch their forms. But this week’s class was special. This week, the bear was holding her class in the lumo-bay where a grid of blue, glowing hexagons covered the walls, floor, and ceiling. Her students — who were mostly uplifted cats and dogs from Earth — filed in and took their places standing around the much larger bear expectantly. Continue reading “Bravery Lessons”
by Mary E. Lowd
Originally published in Ursine Exchange Officer, August 2025

Grawf sharpened her ceremonial knife until it gleamed like a crescent moon. Then holding the curved blade lightly in her heavy ursine paws, the bear-like alien slowly, carefully sliced off a wafer-thin edge of honeycomb from the bustling, buzzing hive of bee-like insects in the corner of her quarters. She placed the deliciously thin, sticky wafer atop a steaming slice of crusty bread, fresh from the real, clay oven in the other corner of her quarters. She’d had to get special permissions to keep a clay oven onboard the starship Initiative, but it was essential to these weekly religious rites. Continue reading “The Trouble with a Glorious Legacy – Part 1”
by Mary E. Lowd
Originally published in Ursine Exchange Officer, August 2025

Bear brains don’t zip and race from one idea to the next, constantly hurrying and bouncing around like shiny metal spheres in a pinball machine like cat brains do. And they’re not relentlessly, doggedly focused like canine minds, unwilling to let go of an idea like it’s a particularly enticing stick that needs to be chewed on once they get ahold of it. So, Grawf walked with Braklaw to her quarters in silence, simply focusing on the task ahead of her: dividing her zumble-bee hive and grafting a branch of her zinzinar shrub without damaging either precious being. Continue reading “The Trouble with a Glorious Legacy – Part 2”
by Mary E. Lowd
Originally published in Ursine Exchange Officer, August 2025

Grawf was largely able to return to her usual duties while Braklaw was confined to his quarters by the pain and fatigue of his gene therapy treatments. Though, she did check in on him twice a day — once in the morning and once in the evening — to see if he needed anything. She felt a strange sense of loss with her role as a teacher of Ursine studies suddenly suspended. So, it was with a certain twisted delight that she heard from Lt. LeGuin that the ship’s engines were struggling against unexplained interference with their power and they’d have to decrease their speed, drawing out the length of the voyage to Ursa Minuet by an additional week or two. Continue reading “The Trouble with a Glorious Legacy – Part 3”
Words I wrote nine years ago: “I’m working on a story about a green-furred photosynthetic otteroid. That is definitely what I’m meant to do with my life.”
I did not realize how much this really was the truth and not just a funny thing to say when I posted it. But yeah, nine years later, I’m still actively writing about that particular universe. In fact, it’s become my top writing priority. I had the fourth book come out in that series last month; have the fifth coming out in a week; and was working on the sixth just earlier today. Continue reading “Keep Returning to the Projects You Love”
When I was a kid, we started going to Star Trek conventions. I loved them. You got to meet the actors and just drown in Star Trek all day long. But then, my last year of high school, when we were at the big convention in Pasadena, I realized… I didn’t care. I still cared about Star Trek, but actors were just actors. We skipped out on the end of the convention to go visit the college I was thinking of attending.
After college, I discovered sci-fi conventions where the writers congregate. Finally, I realized, this was where it was always at. The writers make up the stories. They’re where the real magic comes from. And I still do kind of believe that… But also, 22 years later — years I spent meeting and hanging out with other writers — I know they’re just people. Continue reading “People and Bubbles”
I’m celebrating the release of “Arctic Fox Android” today by listening to the soundtrack for “Maybe Happy Ending” which is a Broadway musical about two robots, one of whom has a special interest in an insect and the other has a special interest in music, so it’s super relatable.
My book, “Arctic Fox Android,” came out today, and it’s a #1 bestseller in the category “Polar Regions”! Continue reading “Polar Regions, Maybe Happy Ending, Book Releases & Pre-Releases, and Casablanket”
by Mary E. Lowd
Originally published in Arctic Fox Android, July 2025

The android arctic fox, Fact, drew back the privacy screen zhe’d placed around zir portion of the engineering laboratory where zhe had been diligently working away for months on a secret project. Inside the cubicle-sized space, a second, slightly smaller android stood, looking markedly similar to Fact with its snowy white silicon fur, dressed in a simple yet tastefully neutral outfit. However, this android had longer ears, a more rounded muzzle, and larger back legs with longer feet than Fact. Instead of a fox, this smaller android was a rabbit. An arctic hare to match the arctic fox.
Fact looked immensely proud of the long-eared android which stood with its head tilted at a slightly awkward angle. It hadn’t been activated yet. Continue reading “In Practice”
by Mary E. Lowd
Originally published in Arctic Fox Android, July 2025

For all that the wormhole had looked impressive, Fact’s experience of stepping through it felt like nothing more than stepping through an open doorway. One moment, zhe was in a dimly lit cave with stale, musty air; the next moment, golden sunlight constricted zir pupils and fresh, green-smelling air tousled zir silicon fur with playful zephyrs.
Fact looked around in surprise, having expected to find zirself in another cave, albeit in an entirely different set of time-space coordinates within the universe. Instead, the fox seemed to have found zirself in a field of wildflowers, beside a copse of deciduous trees. Birds sang among the trees, and happy children’s voices shouted in the distance. Continue reading “Time is a Double-Edged Sword – Part 3”