When the woman of my dreams falls into my lap, I can’t help but wonder what else she can do in that position. She’s here. In my house. At my mercy. And she thinks we’ve been lovers the entire decade we spent apart.
How could this go wrong? My timing would be impeccable. I would be fantastic wife and mother with many balls juggling Cirque Soleil style. It turns out that I do not have a future in the circus unless there is an opening in the clown department. No sparkly leotard for me. ...
This was my favorite poem as a young boy; my mother would recite it to me and my sisters from memory. I later learned that Alfred Noyes died the year I was born, 1958. Oh, the Horror! Can I really be that old?It's Halloween!
-“The Changeling” (1831), by Joseph Ritson (collector) in FAIRY TALES (1831). When her ill-favored child cannot “talk or go” after 7 years, its mother suspects it is a changeling. She follows the advice of a beggar magician, who tricks the child into speaking, whereupon it reveals...