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Author Spotlight: Gabriela Santiago

Published: September 5, 2024 10:02

The germ of this story was born in the 2021 stage of the pandemic, while watching a panel on lost Doctor Who episodes during a virtual version of our local Doctor Who convention, CONsole Room. I wanted to write about the way that seemingly frivolous things…

Reconstructing “The Goldenrod Conspiracy,” Edina Room, Saturday 2:30-3:30

Published: September 5, 2024 10:01

Can someone get the doors? Thanks. Please remember we’re on an honor system for chairs---if you’ve eaten today, please leave them for someone who hasn’t. We don’t need another fainting incident. First of all, if you’re looking for a technical look at…

The Terrible Secret of the Immortal Bards

Published: September 2, 2024 10:01

The great writer had lived well past his appointed lifespan, not by years but decades, and now existed less as an ongoing contributor to the literate zeitgeist but as an icon of a past age. He was a super-centenarian, just topping an unbelievable 110 and…

Under the Skin

Published: August 29, 2024 10:01

I know what you’re going to say. That I got what I deserved. Vanity of vanities, all is vanity. Nothing like kicking someone when they’re down, eh? But here I am, dressed in all my mistakes. Huddling inside a house I don’t dare to leave.

Child of the River

Published: August 27, 2024 10:01

Mother used to say I am a child of the river. I never understood her. I thought I would be a child of the wind, like her. Like all the children of the wind, my mother could fly. When I was younger, I liked spying on her.