Author Archives: Theodora Goss

We all came to Miss Lavender’s for different reasons, and in different ways. Emma came because the Gaunts had always come to Miss Lavender’s. Her mother had come, and her mother’s mother, and her mother’s mother’s mother, all the way … Continue reading →

“Ask the cats.” “That makes no sense,” said Matilda Tillinghast. “But that’s what it says. Do you see a cat anywhere?” Matilda’s mother started looking around them, at the sidewalks and the brownstone steps, into the alleys between the buildings. … Continue reading →

I had an interesting, writerly sort of day today. It wasn’t supposed to be a writerly day, actually. I started the day by grading final portfolios for my classes, and then went into the university to meet with a student … Continue reading →

When we were at the Museum of Fine Arts, I took some pictures of drawings by Jackson Pollock. It was only later that Kendrick, who had read the signs underneath them, explained to me what they actually were. The first … Continue reading →

This afternoon, I went to a reading by Catherynne M. Valente at Pandemonium, the Boston science fiction and fantasy bookstore. I don’t usually go to readings, I suppose because what I enjoy is the reading experience itself and what I … Continue reading →

If you’re an observant sort of person, you may have noticed that I have a new button on this website. It’s labeled “Serial,” and if you click on it, you will see the first thirteen of my posts about the … Continue reading →

Today, at the university, I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror.  There was Anxiety at my left shoulder, and Depression at my right.  Insomnia was at home, taking a nap so she could keep me up later. And a … Continue reading →