Lauren Leach-Steffens,
Author

Hi, my name is Marcie, and I am eight years old. I had my birthday two -- no, two months and seven days ago, and I'm counting down to the...

Our fairy tales can destroy us. If you think of it, fairy tales are usually not about fairies per se, but about magical thinking: "If...

Autumn is not for you, my misty faun — The primroses long dead, sunflowers gone. I walk alone on the last fair autumn night, With...

Hey, I'm Buddy. I'm a cat, as you may have gathered from the title. Suspend your disbelief for a moment and accept that you're reading a...

When I'm not writing, I am a family economist/behavioral economist. The philosophy behind both of those is that I study the use of time,...

It's six-fifteen in the morning and it still looks like night. We are in the midst of thunderstorms, although I think we're between...

It's August first, and I can feel the season change even though it's warm outside. That's because I base my seasons on the academic...

Cells expire, Molecules cleave, Life departs. Your atoms scatter, We breathe them in, We breathe your love in, We breathe your magic in,...