Couch cushion fort

I want to return to my uncomplicated childhood when I'd build myself a couch cushion fort, cool and quiet, where I could settle into a nest of blankets and bolsters tucked away in one dim corner. My upholstered stronghold a refuge from puerile troubles, a place to hide from the sinister, faceless monsters lurking behind … Continue reading Couch cushion fort

Raising the roof

It wasn’t my dark, bogeyman-filled nighttime closet, nor the monster netherworld beneath my bed, that filled my preadolescent heart with dread. It was the furtive bleurs living under our roof. Every shadow, every flash of movement just outside of my field of vision, could be one of the child-abducting spirits waiting to snatch me from … Continue reading Raising the roof