Jillian’s family was a bunch of nature-loving nudists pretending to be normal. Like werewolves, on certain nights they stripped down to the cashmere of skin and spun in circles; arms raised, mouths flung wide. They chanted made-up words jumbled together from decaying novels and sang them like they meant something. It was a sweetContinue reading “The Witches of Lowell, Lawrence, and Lynn”
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An Evil, Gorgeous Thing
The Roscommon Township of Michigan might as well have been the east side of Bolivia. It was all flat farms and dead land and roads that went on for hours, and I literally mean hours. Crammed into my tiny Toyota Camry, ten years old and croaking on rust, with my cameraman Jeremy and an industrialContinue reading “An Evil, Gorgeous Thing”
Cassandra Mortimer 