June A Demus
Bio
I grew up in a small farming town, exploring the woods and caring for animals with a book in my hand. Although I now live in the suburbs, I never stopped loving animals and open spaces, not to mention good stories.
Stories (2)
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The Loss of Lemon Cove
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Astrid knew that better than most. It wasn't just that she was a member of the last generation who could remember a time before they came, although that was a part of it. It was also the fact that her family had lived in the Valley for generations before they'd arrived, and - although one ancestor had written a curiously detailed book about fairies - not one had mentioned dragons in any of their books or letters or journals. But, more than any of that, she'd been there, living in the Valley, when it happened. She was one of the few people to have seen a dragon up close - to have looked into the cold, calculating eyes - and lived to tell the tale. Not that she told it often: it had been the worst day of her life and telling the story always brought those memories back in force.
By June A Demus4 years ago in Fiction
Of Dads and Men
In Stigma, Erving Goffman observes that “in an important sense there is only one complete unblushing male in America: a young, married, white, urban, northern, heterosexual Protestant father of college education, fully employed, of good complexion, weight and height and a recent record in sports.” That was never my father. However, I would argue that my father was a man in all the ways that matter.
By June A Demus4 years ago in Families
