In Memory of a sister who never was.
If photography was a seasonal sport, I would have to say, winter is, indeed, my favorite time of year.
Look closely at the world, my friends, it’s far more interesting than you might think at a glance.
So, you ask, how can I write about shape-changers if I am writing what I know? And how can I keep it believable, layered, and meaningful while using genred themes …?
In every paternal society since the Greeks, the rights of women, and the sexuality of women, and the voices of women have been systematically suppressed socially and academically and politically.
How does eight-thousand year-old writing on rocks look anyway? The one nearest the visitor center is a popular one—a curved line sprinkled on the cupped side with dots. “It looks more like a bowlful of stars to me…”