I thoroughly enjoyed falling down the rabbit hole of Christine Sneed’s book of stories The Virginity of Famous Men. My marriage celebrated a 12-year anniversary with French food and a dress twirl for my kids (I still die over that intricate beading). There were flu shots and pizza with whipped ricotta. There were many hours logged on the soccer field and the baseball diamond. I emptied my pens at the door and visited the Banksy exhibit in Chicago. The first chilled wind of Fall stalked through the neighborhood and underneath the door. My dog has eaten every acorn in a 5-mile radius. And I am relishing the chance to pen ghost stories. Bring in the ghosts and hang up their coats! I am ready to play.