The Gleewoman's Notes

From the beginning, Tatterdemalion  has been its own creature, a being of instinct, of old mystery, of the magic lands that lie just beyond...

A couple weeks past, I wrote an entry here called "The Feral Palmist," one of my Gatherings for the now launched Elk Lines, my l...

These days the sun comes in long and bright through the morning windows, and the house is full of flowers. What, truly, is better than ar...

A new essay of mine called "Turning Our Fairytales Feral Again," is now up at Dark Mountain. Do come see! Here are the first t...

A bobcat and her healthy rabbit breakfast I've been wandering about the trails of Muddy Hollow, alder-thick, chaparral-tangled, for...