Shadow - {Shakespearian Sugar Cookies}

Reduced to my normal self, I purge the bigness required of the stage from my persona and slip into a folding seat. A few rows back from the rest of the hopefuls, I try to catch my breath and still my knees while staring at my shoes. Alone and unable to decipher the whispers shared in the rows before me, I resign myself to my thoughts and begin to criticize my audition, starting with my silent

Monster Hunting - {Cupcake Sugar Cookies}

Ten years ago, when my family moved into this house, I had to share a room with my brother, D. This was undesirable, of course, because the infuriating brat called me a butt head, made fun of me and rather enjoyed passing gas. He was extremely skillful in the art of making me cry, scream and tattle; and could do so in a way that ensured that I was the one who would get into trouble. In a