Katie, the girl who lives across the street, has a strict mother and a boyfriend. Neither would be a problem if the boyfriend had more brains than a radish. At best, hormones are interfering with his higher brain function, which has made for an entertaining summer. There’s only been a moderate amount of tonsil exploration in the front yard–the boyfriend [...]
The thing about the Web is it evolves. Every time I hear a colleague say, “well, I’m still trying to finish the (content, design, IA, whatever) so I can launch it,” I pull out soapbox #143: “If you wait until it’s finished…well, you’ll be waiting a long, long time. Just get something out there. Make it perfect later.” So, naturally, [...]
By Cynthia Morgan Copyright 2006 on this one. All rights reserved. Mama traded me for a handful of greens. Most pregnant ladies have cravings, but Mama's were cravings on steroids: She wanted the greens next door. ALL of them. ONLY them. Now. Daddy grew desperate as she wasted away, and struck a deal with his neighbor: Anything she wanted, in [...]
By Cynthia Morgan (Copyright 2006, All rights reserved on this one) Of all the poor villages in the otherworld, Santa Abuelita was the poorest. Crouched in sere yellow hills, barely able to feed its hardworking peasants, Santa Abuelita could boast of little but its tiny chapel. The chapel itself was unremarkable though lovingly tended. The villagers propped up its tilting [...]
The lawyer wears her hair as some wear mink, a black pelt cascading down her back. It covers the small scar on her forehead, memento of the only time her mother ever struck her. She told me that the blow plunged her into shocked silence; protection, she now knew, from the hungry soldiers who’d come that night for her sister. [...]
