Prologue

Prologue

I had no cell phone service. No way to leave. I had ridden here in the back seat of a minivan, lurching through miles of winding and branching dirt roads, through a night black with trees and dust and stories of fights.

Anarcha

Anarcha

Today, he is known as “the father of gynecology” and is loved for—as his statues say—“treating empress and slave alike.”

Wizards in Wisconsin

Wizards in Wisconsin

In my afternoon with wizards and troll farts, I collected electronic sparkles, almost broke my neck, and unknowingly imprisoned myself and my younger brother.

Yarn Shop

Yarn Shop

The first mittens that the girl ever knits are for her father, but he does not wear them, because he is afraid he will ruin them.

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