The silver tin of crayons the teacher set out for us to draw with in kindergarten seemed to me a glittering treasure. The wealth of colors danced, sang to me like a siren song. Create, they said. I did. I drew a purple tree. Who doesn’t like purple? It makes…

Rumors Greatly Exaggerated Spotted—the rare and elusive, though conspicuous in size, novus liberum bookstore. Its neon plumes of red and green gleamed through the spattered raindrops on my windshield. It can’t be, I thought. A new independent bookstore is as uncommon as the last Dodo Bird—the remains of which were…