It was a Friday night almost two years ago. I was at the orchestra with my friend Rose, because that's what all the Really Cool People do on Friday nights, and I have always aspired to be a Really Cool Person. Rose and I were reveling in the cheap tickets offered by the St. Paul Chamber Orchestra's New Generation Initiative, which meant we could actually afford to go to an orchestra concert and still buy groceries for the week.Read More
I’m skinny with frizzy red hair that springs all around when I dance. Daddy says I remind him of a scrawny pine tree set afire like Moses’ burning bush. I think I’m more like a bouncy ball that someone hurled down a tunnel.
“Be still, Virginia,” Miss Dobson always tells me, but it’s so hard.
I am still when she gives back my history test. I fold the paper carefully into a square the size of a caramel and push it into the back of my desk.Read More
The Warrior-Daughters of Morin have sworn a blood-oath to hunt the dragon that killed their father. They're everything their father dreamed they would be: famous, skillful, beautiful. Fearless. Relentless.
Except Nuna. She never wanted to be a warrior. She only arouses the wrath of the dragon-king while trying to work up the nerve to shoot a rabbit.Read More
Would you rather be a kid or a grown-up?/ Would you rather be a kid or a dragon?/ Would you rather be a grown-up or your whole/ body turn into glitter throwed into the air?/ Would you rather play video games all day with/ having no money, or have all the money/ and work all day, work/ twenty-four/ hours and twenty million/ minutes and all the/ every single/ seconds?/ Would you rather be burnt up by a dragon/ or be a grown-up?Read More