At Least They're Committed

Ya gotta love people who demand minutia for the sake of spouting minutia to make themselves come across profoundly more knowledgeable than they are. Oh, wait. You don’t? Good. Because I’ve had about all I can take from the small-minded and weak-charactered lesser-demon we’re having to deal with. Although he’s gone through several names, I Read more

The mythological hellhound is an obsidian-maned, glowing-eyed, sometimes-three-headed, fiery guardian of hell. It – or they – can only be seen by those entering Hades and/or those who have sold their soul at the crossroads, right before their time is up and they’re ripped to bloody shreds (metaphorically, I’m sure).   Supposedly, their counterparts are Read more

Not long before Dante was born, a woman told me the story of how her father hadn’t lived long enough to meet his grandson — she was pregnant when he died — and she was heartbroken. But then, she said, as the son grew, he would point to the ceiling, down the hall or into Read more

I was nearly 10 in 1971 when we packed up the 1969 Dodge Polara with summer clothes and a gerbil whose name I don’t recall as the Gray Family of Five set out from Ann Arbor, Michigan, to Grand Junction, Colorado. I remember singing Donny Osmond songs until my mom and dad had finally had Read more

Edison’s Black Dahlia has given me a mission. An important mission that I shall use this blog and all of my positive energy to fulfill: Writing the family ghost stories for Dublin. Fun! But where do I begin? I was thinking I should maybe start where it started for me: 3369 Beaumont in Ann Arbor, Read more

I lost power. I realized after a tarot-card reading yesterday (the second in my life) that what I mistook for being content was allowing my power to wane. All my raging and teeth-grinding on this blog for all those years wasn’t simply angst. It was building and exerting my energy. I was using that energy Read more