In this dream, I wasn’t a coyote shapeshifter trying to hold a werewolf, I was Coyote’s almost daughter, and I had all the strength of the world in my arms.

I would slay dragons for you,” he told her. “I suspect that finding an unoccupied bedroom will be easier.

I was going to fight vampires, and my name wasn't Buffy--I was so screwed.

That’s a pretty lame superhero name,” I told him. “Scooby-Doo is already taken,” he said with dignity. “Anything else sounds lame in comparison.

Love thy enemies, it says in the scriptures. My foster mother always added, "At the very least, you will be polite to them.

Being a martyr is highly overrated.

Maybe I should go back to teaching school about crazy people instead of being one. (Jim Alvin)