by Theodora Goss | May 4, 2016 | Fiction
Her name is Ilona. The other children at school call her Smellona. She is not me, but I have been her. Here are the things I remember most clearly: _ She lives in a townhouse in Washington D.C. with her mother and younger brother, whose bangs are always cut crooked....
by Theodora Goss | May 4, 2016 | Personal Essays
This essay was presented as part of a panel called “Reeling Beyond Realism: But to Reel in What?” proposed by Rusty Morrison and Ken Keegan of Omnidawn Publishing for the 2008 Association of Writers and Writing Programs conference in New York City....
