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The wine was excellent, although rather spicy. I am uncommonly weary. I said... What I want to say... Stop! Sister! Thank the man for his hospitality. Her most recent published work of fiction, September Harvest, can be found in The Monsters We Forgot,

I, too, have found it difficult to be hopeful. be unpredictable, so I started meditating. Here’s my nicest trick: Every morning before I get out of bed, I think of three things to look forward Mine usually include things like a great book I plan to read that day, some tasty treats I can enjoy, I hope you’ll find some enchanted rest in my suggestions.

(Note: I originally published this in a small weekly newspaper that I wrote nearly a thousand columns I hate to see them disappear, so I’m recycling them. I haven’t made it yet, but I went to the website that originally published the recipe, and it looks so yummy and so easy that I had to share it. Here we go.

Phillips sets her novel solidly in contemporary, post-pandemic times, and her plot replaces storybook I loved the authentic exploration of the sister’s tense but endearing bond in the novel. childhood in a small community, and they have survived their mother’s abusive boyfriend, though his shadowy I will be thinking about Bear for a long time to come! You can find it here. her at https://kellyjarviswriter.com/

The busy bees are gathering The honey from the flowers, And the merry birds are building Their nests without snow, no spring without sunshine, and no happiness without companions. ~ Korean Proverb R A I And the Spring arose on the garden fair, And the Spirit of Love fell everywhere; And each flower and herb And dew gathered on Beltane is thought to have special properties for increased beauty and youthfulness The birds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure-- But the least motion which they

Hear the bell stop, watch the fox and the lamb fall into black shadows. , and it was there where you set out to find a hidden path up the mountain to the Queen of Birds in her

I imagine things were pretty smoky when Cinderella was sleeping in the ashes. And the soot particles must have affected her ability to sleep at night. Pollen is also a huge problem , which I know from personal experience. I swear my sleep improved by at least 20 percent after I bought one. We did buy it from Amazon, and I get why people don’t want to buy there, but here's  a link to learn

Rather than use an alphabetical or geographical method of organization, Cleto and Warman structure their It is both a valuable academic resource and a work of art that I will cherish and return to often as I continue to explore the fairy magic that beckons from “betwixt and between.” You can find it here . Her debut novella, Selkie Moon, was selected as a semi-finalist in the 2025-2026 Speculative Fiction

Now known as Lee, she has been to college and started a family, but a divorce leaves her and her two The book has plenty of plot twists and a touch of romance, but I loved it for its exploration of folk The prologue, which relays a description of a magical gathering beneath a dark sky, enchanted me. You can find it here . her at https://kellyjarviswriter.com/

The woman clung to the shadows, an ill-defined collection of draping cloth. “I do.” “Then, talk,” the woman said, inhaling the steam from her own mug. Ana got to the point. “You aren’t what I expected. I’m Evanora.” “Ana.” Ana asked, “Can I get some of what you’re drinking?” “I’m sorry,” she said, fingering the leaves on her skirt. “I take it back.”

The miller’s daughter, irked, snapped, “I heard you laughing.” “I did not laugh,” said the toad. she cried, and put it on her finger at once. “I like this garden,” remarked the toad. May I live here?” “Of course!” cried the miller’s daughter. “Of course!” It was coming on night, and the smaller toads had gathered. “My toad,” she said, “I have read and studied as widely as I can, and I can find no way to remove the

Freeman’s poems circle around the “hood” where she grew up, the loss of her father, and the pain of feeling Sounds Like Fatherless on the Right Tongue” confront the pain of losing a father to violence. Freeman also contemplates her mother in the poem “On the Day I Learned My Father Was Murdered, I Learned You can purchase the book here. She lives, happily ever after, with her husband and three sons in a house filled with fairy tale books