I fear Bryant Street more than anything on the planet. Honestly, when in a standard subdivision, I always get lost, turned around, and slightly panicked. Not kidding.

In a writer’s workshop someone challenged me to write a story with the first line “The Wolves Were Howling on Bryant Street.” I knew instantly what the wolves represented. As a fiction writer, doing battle with the wolves never ends.

When starting this magazine, the wolves howled and nipped at my heals more than once. Now at issue ten, they have calmed some.