What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stranger

A Fear of Bones December 7, 2018

Right now I’m reading The Hero of Ages book three in the Mistborn series. They’ve been talking a lot about animal bones, and it’s creeping me out.

See, my mother was an archeologist, and when I was little, she still collected animal bones. Like a lot of them. I sort of knew she had bones somewhere in the house, but it wasn’t a thing we ever really talked about. She just picked up bones when she found them, and they disappeared.

In hindsight, I probably should have asked where the bones were going, but I was little and still having trouble with the concept of ownership and permanence.

One day, my mom told me to go to the attic and get something. Our house had a huge attic, like bigger than most apartments in Manhattan. The door to the attic was one of three on the wall of one room. Me, being a little kid, didn’t know which door went to the attic, so I just decided to try opening one.

I chose poorly. (more…)


A Simple Solution September 25, 2013

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See the nice nook? Perfect for a seven-year-old Megan butt.

See the nice nook? Perfect for a seven-year-old Megan butt.

When I was a little girl, I played in trees. Not a tree house (we never had one of those), but real trees. Long rows of trees that lined the yard and giant climbing trees that had perfect branches for a kid to fall out of. One day, I was climbing my favorite tree. It has a perfect seat in the bottom branch. And if you stood on the seat, then the branches almost formed ladder, just begging for you to climb it. I made it up to my super special really high spot, which was only about six feet off the ground, and I saw something strange. (more…)