Author: Sarah L. Crowder

  • April 2025

    April was a month; it had thirty days. I can say that much about it, anyway. Lennox and I went to see Tina Fey and Amy Poehler on their Restless Legs tour, and that was fantastic! I don’t remember anything else noteworthy, aside from the sheer number of panic attacks I experienced. I am, as… Continue reading

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    Flash Fiction: Death and Taxes

    “This is a serious matter, Mr. Hobbs,” the man said. He was balding, bespectacled, and undeniably nervous. A nonentity. The business card he’d presented introduced him as Jeremy Cleburne. Hobbs steepled his fingers together. He didn’t often sit at the antique desk, but he enjoyed the classic position of power it afforded him. He knew… Continue reading

  • March 2025

    I had a milestone birthday this month, which I did not acknowledge in any way. My birthday is cursed, and the curse tends to show up in more extreme ways on significant years, so my lack of birthday cheer was curse-avoidance and not anti-aging sentiment. Being an ancient crone is magnificent! But my birthday itself… Continue reading