There’s a Crazy Bitch in the Attic

by Naomi de Plume

Moros y Cristianos

by LC Neal

I have the very great privilege of working with many people from the Caribbean and Central and South America. Sometimes, one or two of them will cook for our little family of 30 or so, and I’m always fascinated by the folkloric tales behind some of the…

The Mute

by Chris Macsen

I stare into the darkly suspicious gaze of the elder who crouches before me, squatting in…

Jon Stewart is Leaving Me

Wait, what?

The Myth of a Woman

As a human, I approach life like a scientist. The moving physical parts fascinate me as much as the intangible things that…

Dialogue

Screenwriting is not for the faint of heart.

Cloak and Dagger

The match flared, and I saw his face.

Sunday Ink

I live in the Miami metro area, and this is my second go round with this city. While much has improved since my first tour, there are some…

A Halloween Story

Halloween, 1960-something. It was the first year my mother lifted the ban on Halloween, and let me go trick or treating.

When we lived in our house, I was the one who opened the door for the ghosts and pirates, witches and clowns. There were no Disney princesses, or for…