By Corissa Haury The gilded edges of the trophy felt cold and clean in Rayna’s hands. She clutched it close to her while she walked, unable to believe that she had just won it. Something about her own self-doubt usually held her back, but this time she had an object to prove her accomplishment. “Where should we put that?” Jaren asked,…
Stasis [short story]
By Corissa Haury I feel his fingers grip mine for the last time, before we plunge into dreamless hibernation. Before we crawl into the hard-coated, white shells before us. Others stand around while I hold his hands, while I kiss his lips. His soft kiss, affectionate yet powerful, holds my mouth there, as if time suspends for our kiss the way it will…
April Book Haul
Hey y’all! Welcome back to The American Woman. I know I haven’t been around in a while. This was due to some moving, some family stuff I had to deal with, and overall a generally stressful last couple of months. It’s not that I haven’t written anything, honestly, it’s that I haven’t written anything good. Everything I’ve got going on…
The 2015 Book List
By Corissa Haury This year, I was proud to finish a dozen books. Twelve books may not seem like a lot, but I savored every one of them. Reading was not a competition this year. It was a privilege. I started off the year with a lazy re-read of one of my favorite fantasy books, A Feast For Crows, from the Song…
House Hunting
By Corissa Haury Yesterday morning my husband and I got out of bed at 7:15am. We were going to hunt for a house, a difficult task for any person. When it is cold, it is hard to rise from your warm cocoon of blankets. Those who live in the North have a formidable drive before them the day after a heavy snow. The roads…