When I grow up, I want to be Frankenstein . . .
When my twins were two years old I had steamy droplets of perspiration dripping out of every pore in my body. . . .
Featured: Black Interest
- Bandits & Bibles: Convict Literature in Nineteenth-Century America
- Gathering of Waters
- The Accidental Hunter
- Globetrotter & Hitler’s Children
- Getting It Right
- The Necessary Hunger
- Gomer’s Song
- Changers Book Two: Oryon
- Confessions of a Ex-Doofus-ItchyFooted Mutha
- The Hungered One
- Scars of the Soul Are Why Kids Wear Bandages When They Don’t Have Bruises