I loved my daughter. She was everything to me. I miss her, and I think about her every day.  The way her face scrunched up when she did her homework. The way she lit up the room, so full of energy and life. How she bounced up and down, her sneakers squeaking against the linoleum, …


Vampires. Even the word sound silly. Creatures that drink the blood of others? That don’t age? It’s ridiculous. Except… They are real. I can’t believe how dumb I was.


Okay, I just had it out with Callie. She said I’m going to do this or else. So, here goes nothing. My name is Sam Harlan. I wasn’t born a Harlan, but it turns out I didn’t know anything about the world. I didn’t know who I really was. I didn’t know how the world …

A laptop is not a tool

A knife is a tool. Or, a gun. Maybe a rocket launcher.  Those are tools I can use. What am I supposed to do with this laptop? Tell my story? Who I am and how I got here? Nobody would believe me. Why bother? What do you think I’m going to gain from this, Callie?

I don’t know what to say

Callie said I should blog. She said it might help. I don’t even know what a blog is, but she thinks it will be good for me. Good for me. Hah. As if anyone will ever read this. As if anyone will ever believe.