July 2015

They came to the wrong person, but I could hardly blame them. How could they have possibly known? Recently “they,” a company, emailed me about a contest they were holding. They wanted me to help them promote their science fiction writing contest on Twitter. Although I love writing and science fiction, something stubborn inside me […]

To me the solution was simple. I could sleep with my friend Lamby The Lamp turned on. But my dad would have none of it. My sneaky attempts to switch the light on after he had left my bedside fell to ruin as soon as he saw the bar of light beneath my door. To

How often have I heard the sage advice, never feed an internet troll? Yet I did it anyway. But sometimes the on-line aggressors are terribly hard to ignore. Trolls get personal. They go after your ego; seek to identify and target insecurities, thrive on your fears of seeming silly or being judged. They know that

They dreamed they were people. In their dreams they had arms and feet. They had ears and noses. They walked and jogged and dieted and paid taxes. But if you could have seen them as they really were in the black void of space, you would have made out the broad curves of planets draped

In the early seventies as I was about to enter kindergarten, the adults around me spoke in fretful tones. They would say, “You are going to be in a classroom with black kids. How do you feel about that?” I felt nothing at all about that. At age four I had far graver concerns. I