A New Year, My Birthday, and the Solemnity of Mary
"Hail, heavenly ladder by which God came down; hail, bridge leading from earth to heaven."…
When My Hair Was Woven With Duendes ll by Taiko Haessler
On the other side of Costa Rica, I discovered another restless forest spirit. On vacation…
When My Hair Was Woven with Duendes by Taiko Haessler
With a stable economy, Costa Rica, a country roughly the size of West Virginia, can…
Childhood’s Wound
When writing fiction about childhood and rites of passage, one can't escape the sorrow…
Shank’s Mare: Hoofing It Down the Tokaido Road
I love "road books" — novels whose plot mostly rests on a pair or a…
Old Bones, New Tales
This is an odd moment. Three book ideas I have been working on lately have…