On Wednesday, I watched her steal a daylily from my garden.
By the time Mariel arrives at the water’s edge, the sun’s hanging low.
On the cusp of teenagehood, I was increasingly preoccupied with a search for the elusive Cool, and suspected that this exciting, slightly nauseating sensation in the pit of my stomach was it.
Marguerite had always feared dying in a fire.
JEANNE D is a young illustrator and designer living in Montreal. She spends most of her time wondering […]
When she puts them in, I become an advisor, an educator.