Tag: Stephen King

  • A Reader’s Purge: Binging on the Ruminations of Little Girls and Dying

    I’ve been crying since I was eight years old. Blame Lurlene McDaniel. I do. In the summer of 1987, I found death on a shelf at the Lee County Library in Sanford, North Carolina. I had been looking for those pre-teen romance novels, the ones where boys didn’t have naughty intentions and girls said no…

  • Vomiting Joy

    Tiny snowflake tears make me want to vomit joy. That’s close to a pleasant thought I had the other day. Dear readers, I have missed you. I’m not feeling profound or witty or particularly inspired, but Bryan says the show must go on. I will give you tidbits of information because I know you enjoy…