Monthly Archives: December 2009

Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand. –W.B. Yeats Connor had a nightmare the other morning – bad enough that he ended up in our bed at some point in the wee hours. (Actually, when I woke up, *both* kids were snuggled in there, but that’s okay.) Now, I still remember some of my dreams from when I was a kid. I had a pretty vivid imagination and a penchant for watching horror movies I shouldn’t have been watching. So, I’d get dreams about zombies and knife-wielding assailants chasing me down through the woods or in my basement, usually waking up just before I got slaughtered.  Although now that I think about it, usually I would escape free and clear and then have to go back into the darkness to find… Read more