This Leap Day, I want to change my name. I choose “Running Late.” It’s an apt moniker for a middle-aged demi-goddess who can’t quite get anywhere on time. Besides, as a lover of everything Native American, the name might gain me entrée into a hip tribe. I once blamed my … [Read more...]
He’s baaaaack!
It was 4:06 a.m., January 27, 2004. An old man whispered in my ear. "Get a piece of paper and a pen," the voice spoke with an eerie confidence and calm. "Write down everything I say." I lay still in bed but closed my eyelids tight, as if to ward off this rude intrusion into … [Read more...]