Raven's Quill (Page 1)

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A still life with hanging herbs, potion bottles, a poison bottle, a skull, and an open spellbook on a wooden table.

Dispatches from the Litter Box of Midlife

Date Night at a Killer Exhibition

There’s something reassuring about sharing your oddest interests without fear of judgment.

Vintage copy of Swan Song stands upright against a brick wall, surrounded by rubble and a tiny green sprout growing from the dirt.

Dispatches from the Litter Box of Midlife

The McCammon Hoarding Incident

Favorite novel of all time: Swan Song. Robert McCammon. I love it so much. In the 1990s, I loaned out my only copy to someone and never got it back. So I bought another copy. A few months later—same thing. Gone. So I bought another copy. This time, the

Silhouette of a woman standing on a cliffside at sunset, arms raised, facing the ocean with birds flying overhead and a sailboat on the horizon beneath a crescent moon.

Dispatches from the Litter Box of Midlife

Reclaiming Myself

At 34, I was told I’d wasted all my good years. I hadn’t even started yet. This post is for anyone who’s been made to feel like they missed their moment.

A n orange hangs from a tree against a bright blue sky, with a white rat’s paw reaching toward it from the left corner.

Dispatches from the Litter Box of Midlife

Feeding the Enemy

It’s possible the roof rats in my attic were my fault—okay, probable.

Cartoon cat on a rooftop at night with a crescent moon overhead and city buildings in the background

Dispatches from the Litter Box of Midlife

Heart Glitches and Feral Miracles

Sometimes things do come back. Sometimes your presence isn’t the burden you imagined. Sometimes they find their way to you again—whether they’re cats, or calm, or pieces of yourself you thought you’d lost to age and time.