Mommy says now that I'm eight years old I get to be queen all day. So early this morning, she put my queen costume from Halloween at the foot of my bed. I was so excited. I got out of my jammies and into that dress quick as a greyhound dog.

For reasons they can’t quite explain, the lost always find themselves on Shinbone Lane…

She didn't plan it. Who plans to fall fast for a seeker, a traveler?

Miss Millie never had a job as far as we knew, never had family over, never greeted us from her porch when we sashayed by …

And then with a bam-boom-schram-a-flam, the grapnel swapfnicker sort of thing rose up from the leaves in the creek bed, and he tore off his head, which wasn't his head at all, but a mask

I’m preparing to work with a designer on the cover for ON SHINBONE LANE, my novel in progress.

The tuplip ate my skin. No lie. Insides exposed, I felt curiously steamy …

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But her jerk of a brother said to let it go, pretend it was never theirs.