Author Archives: Theodora Goss

There was a tree growing out of the dining room table. It was only an illusion, of course. An oak tree, its trunk thick with years. Its branches reached up to the sky, its roots were covered with moss. On … Continue reading →

Surrounding Mrs. Moth’s house are gardens. A series of gardens, all different. When I walk among them, I sometimes forget which one leads into another. Or maybe they move around? I think they move around, sometimes. Just so as not … Continue reading →

When I got back to Mrs. Moth’s house, it was almost dark. I had not meant to spend so long in town. In the front hall, I saw my suitcases. “We thought you might like your own clothes,” said Mrs. … Continue reading →

On the way back to Mrs. Moth’s house, or rather a short detour from it, there is a sort of waste. What I mean by a waste is land that is no good for farming. It’s in the foothills of … Continue reading →

Next morning, I helped Miss Gray in the garden. We cut away the canes that had died over the winter, leaving the strong canes and fresh new growth. The roses would be splendid in June. I always think the names … Continue reading →

The train station says Shadowlands. That’s where I get off. I’m the only one. I’m wearing a gray wool coat that looks a little like a cape, and a shawl that Mrs. Moth knitted for me. A gray skirt and … Continue reading →

I was asking myself the above question, coming back from ICFA. There are certainly plenty of reasons not to go to conventions. The main one is of course expense: I usually budget about $600 for a convention, with airfare, a … Continue reading →