As someone who lived in Ohio their entire life (until recently, anyway), and spent the bulk of their adulthood in the capital city, I can tell you that Columbus is a study in contradictions. It's a city that prides itself in, well, Pride, having one of the largest Stonewall parades in the country, but it's… Continue reading Columbus and Prohibition
Ohio’s Only Witch Trial
All in all, I tend to think of Ohio as a relatively boring state, but every once in a while I find something interesting hidden under the veneer of mundanity my home state likes to paint over itself. We all know I love weird, morbid, and/or spooky history, so saddle up because we're diving into… Continue reading Ohio’s Only Witch Trial
I finally have the full list of panels I will be co-hosting at this year's Steampunk Symposium. I don't have all of the time slots yet, but will be updating this page as the information becomes available. You'll also be able to spot me walking around the con floor, as always. Feel free to flag… Continue reading Symposium Schedule!
The Frankenputer lives!
This week has taken a huge load off my shoulders. The wedding dress went off to the bride on Friday, and on Saturday Ash and I attended the Mid Ohio Indie Author Book fair. It was a lot of fun, particularly when a little girl saw Ash's sign for drawings-on-demand and asked how much it… Continue reading The Frankenputer lives!
I'm really glad the weather has turned. Really. Being able to see the sun and go out without a sweater is wonderful. My flip flops were feeling neglected, and I've got my eye on a new pair of ballet flats. I can wear skirts to the office without freezing from the waist down, even with… Continue reading Thanks, Ohio.
It Takes a Village
I promised on Wednesday to tell you more about the Ohio Village, so I'll give you a brief rundown today. The Ohio Village is connected to the Ohio Historical Society. It is a reproduction of a typical central Ohio town from about the Civil War era, though the buildings themselves were constructed in the 1970s… Continue reading It Takes a Village
Anywhere but here
Sometimes, when I'm driving on the freeway into Columbus, coming home, or walking the few blocks down Cleveland or Grant to the library, I imagine that I am in Montreal, or London, or Paris. Even New York, so long as it's not Columbus, not Ohio, not the midwest. I can almost fool myself for about… Continue reading Anywhere but here