Read “Part I: An Incoming Tide” here. Tuesday, August 14, 1883, Evening Bewildered as I was by Roe’s presence, I saddled my horse, Staffa. We’d been together a long while, Staffa and I, since he was a three-year-old colt. Twelve years. A red chestnut, he’s a knowing, brave creature who’s sweet for peppermint and clover….Continue Reading “The Circus Came to Corwen, Part II: Wading into the Current”
Sunday, August 19th, 1883 The circus arrived in town on Tuesday. A caravan rolled past Merchant Row kicking up dust. It’d been a dry summer, and the dirt of the main thoroughfare puffed up around the wheels like low-hanging clouds. Garish canvases lashed to the side of each wagon proclaimed: Coming Shortly Professor Grell’s…Continue Reading “The Circus Came to Corwen, Part I: An Incoming Tide”
Freedom turns me on. Evenings in the House of Stagg begin with a post-work snuggle. If you’re not familiar, my honey, Mr. Crispy, is a bear of a man. His arms fit perfectly around me, and no matter how I’m feeling, in those moments when we’re cuddling, I know I’m beautiful. He makes sure I…Continue Reading “My Kink is Safe Abortion”
Abortion in America. Where do I even start?