Fainting Spell

Pregnant with you, touring the CICU, I tilted earthward, and the nurses rose above me like cold lifting waves.   Blind to the row of screens singing about children in lilting waves, half-hearted children in wire and tube.   In half-light through drawn blinds, they lay like gods, in nests of machine, hearts stitched with […]

Dorothy Sayers, Mystery Writer

In the beginning, there was a loaded tree, two bodies, romantic intrigue and a God. Obedience is the catalyst. Satan is the villain, but we are the who dunnit, playing like orphan children in a garden. It is true that all good stories involve orphans, the early abandoned. We love their lack of loneliness, their […]