Tradition of Initiation

As was tradition in my family, in my twelfth year I was brought through initiation on Halloween by the eldest ancestor in our family, Madame Crowe, a ghost with the extraordinary gift of making complicated things simple and simple things complicated. When Madame Crowe wasn’t available one of the many other dozens of ghosts would … Continue reading Tradition of Initiation

Few Things Sweeter

The children were sticky and smiling beneath their costumes as they went from door to door. There was a bitter taste in my mouth even as sweets filled theirs. To be trapped in the attic like Cinderella locked in her room–I was not something of which to be ashamed, so why did they put me … Continue reading Few Things Sweeter