This year has not started how it was meant to. My dear friend, collaborator and colleague has found himself with the prospect of raising his child without her mother.
I know Tee wanted to keep this a private matter, but word hit twitter within hours and now the genie cannot get back in the bottle.
So here [...]
The wind scooped her up as she raised her arms to it. It was the gale from the south; harsh, bitter, and more powerful than anything the young woman had ever felt. It whipped her hair and body but each touch was magnificent. It filled her lungs with strength and laughter. Let the foolish creature that had turned on her people tremble. She was coming for them. The city's weather witch was free.
