Parsnips & Princes — Mary Ann Artrip

The mind of the fiction writer is sometimes an unsettled thing. It conjures up snippets of whimsy, touches of chicanery, shadows in dark corners. Gears shift and wheels turn with midnight musings. And brain boogers at three a.m. whispering, "What if...?" "Parsnips & Princes" is my memorial to such an exquisite madness.