Column: Postmark 221B, Baker Street

If Dionysos could show up uninvited and distinctive in my life, and Darcy Lewis could become a defining characteristic of a fandom where she hardly existed in the main text, why did I only consider one of those a person? I could not find a satisfactory answer, so I turned to the greatest mind I knew. I called Sherlock Holmes.

Column: Wild October

Here in the wilderness of October, there are no veils, no doorways, and no thresholds for those who are willing and able to walk between the worlds.