the actuary

for a living, i predict death. not with crystal balls nor palmistry nor stars and astrology, but with tables and numbers and a dash of information— distributions and statistics and mathematical inspiration. sometimes i feel like a reaper, though i don’t steal life; i can only forecast the eventual strife. 

By Any Other Name

I never understood the appeal of royalty names—Victoria, Elizabeth, Eleanor—but when I met her, her rich chocolate hair cascading over creamy skin, it made some kind of sense. Ironically, she hated her full name (“Call me Betty,” she said, extending a neatly manicured hand when we’d met.), much like she despised any hints of pretentious […]

Something Shining

They said the moon fell in love with the sun. That was not the beginning. This was: “Have you ever felt love?” the moon asked, one night when it was full to bursting. “The kind that’s blinding, effervescent, and free?” “I think so,” the sun said wistfully. “Once, with a distant star. Or maybe a […]