Confessions of a Conservative Atheist
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We left Rosie at the top of the stairs in the middle of an identity crisis. She knew her human servants needed protection and wanted to do her duty, but the stairs alone were frightening and greyhounds aren’t particularly good guard dogs either. This is part four of an ongoing series. To catch up, you… Continue reading Rosie the three-legged dragon and the three days of endless night, part four, the conclusion
When we last left our confused heroine and her untrustworthy brother, Carlitos had fallen into a pool they thought was a lake or a moat, and with no way out and no way for Rosie to save him herself, he was in danger of drowning, and that was just the start of her troubles. This… Continue reading Rosie the three-legged dragon and the three days of night, part three
Rosie was black and beautiful, long and lithe, with a patch of white on her neck, on the tips of her paws and end of her tail, but she didn’t have wings and couldn’t breathe fire because Rosie wasn’t a dragon at all. She just thought she was. Rosie was a three-legged dragon, black and… Continue reading Rosie the three-legged dragon and the three days of night, part one
It’s a credit to Shakespeare’s genius that he was able to craft one of the greatest plays ever written from such an unbelievable beginning, but it’s also his genius that the opening is the very heart of it all. Despite his protestations, Lear has broken one of the bonds that protects civilization from the lawlessness… Continue reading King Lear and the primal genius of Kenneth Branagh
Confessions of a Conservative Atheist 