When I was a kid, my friends and I spoke in pig Latin when we wanted privacy while others were present.   The rules were simple and familiar to many, though in our smugness, we weren’t aware of that until our 4th grade teacher, Mrs. Brown, slapped us down with a few pig Latin phra

A few years back, I wrote a fairy tale, Grimahlka, the story of a witch who adopts a human baby. The tale has a medieval, eastern European flavor and takes place in dark woods where, as it does in much of literature, transformations occur. The work was published in Tales of the Talism