The part she remembers the most is the smell of apples. The fresh, bright smell permeated the warm kitchen, made heavy with the darker, almost sinister, notes of cinnamon and nutmeg. A light spark …

Source: Grandmother’s Hands | Kristen McQuinn

I have been sadly neglecting my little blog of late, and I miss it. But I have reasons. I’ve been busy with, among other things that are only out in daylight because some beast drew them out like wriggling worms from the earth, my writing. Some small amount of that writing has been for fun, creative pursuits. But the vast majority of the past 8 or so months of my life have been fully absorbed with research and writing for Operation: Save My Own Ass, AKA the Gitmo Chapter. Continue reading “I submitted my Gitmo chapter!” →