I am, in many ways, and many instances, a cynic. It’s a combination of life experience and my inner scientist. I am snarky and sarcastic, and sometimes I don’t really think about the words that are coming out of my mouth until it’s too late. But despite all of this, I believe in magic. Not […]

In The Paper House, Anna Spargo-Ryan explores the intricacies of family, grief, mental illness, and what happens when all three of these combine in an unexplainable, incomprehensible manner. Heather, Spargo-Ryan’s protagonist, suffers an incredible loss at the beginning of the novel, and before long, we are swept up on a journey that looks forwards, backwards, and most importantly, inside […]

I write this while keeping an eye on my cat, because I think she’s scared by all the popping noises that are happening outside. Or maybe she’s just annoyed that I told her to get off the keyboard so I could log in and play computer games. In any case, I’m spending tonight in relative […]

Christmas has always been a little special to me, and quite honestly, I think a lot of that has to do with the carolling and the complexity of traditional songs (which have now been almost butchered to death by capitalism *shakes fist wildly*). It’s also one of the rare times where I can feel completely […]