There was a little girl. She had long curly brown hair and big glasses. She was small and tripped over her hair as she entered the large crystal door of the ballroom. I snickered at her and received a menacing glare from my grandfather. “She will be your queen one day, Ariadne. Show some respect.” ...

December ushers in the holidays and the new year. Now that I am older, I find that December gets here sooner every year and flits by even faster. The worry about having enough money to buy everyone a gift begins to set in the first week of December. I go through the motions of putting ...