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When award-winning author Mary Anne Mohanraj learned she had breast cancer, she immediately began recording the details in her blog. Tornado is her honest, day-by-day account of diagnosis, chemo, surgery, radiation, and reconstruction, over a three-year period.

One out of eight women gets breast cancer. You know someone who has it, or work with someone, or may have been diagnosed yourself. This is a book for all of us, but especially for anyone facing a breast cancer diagnosis for yourself, or for someone you love.

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Shop small, shop local

November 21, 2025

New in shop: peony low side table, dahlia and gold serving boards, bark mini side table, dahlia and gold magnets, zinnia arch, dahlia bookends, dahlia and gold tray, and more — there’s a little video tour of the shop too! Jewelry, candles, soaps, planters and more. Shop small, shop local, support your local artists! 6931 Roosevelt Road (at Clinton), the colorful sheds. Open Fri 10-6, Sat 10-6, and Sun 10-5, from now ‘til Christmas. Parking

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I’m on my fifth Christmas Netflix movie

November 19, 2025

Today I was mostly unscheduled, so I’m on my fifth Christmas Netflix movie of the day. I regret nothing. I did also: Today’s rom-coms in rough order of preference: 1) No Sleep ’til Christmas (silly premise, but actually pretty well done) 2) Champagne Problems (beautiful Paris countryside, but lots of the movie is in French, so not ideal for crafting background if you don’t speak French) 3 )A Merry Little Ex-Mas (bonus — protagonist is

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Another community event

November 19, 2025

Another community event at the storefront tonight! Collecting pantry items and fresh produce for A House in Austin on Wednesday, November 19 at Serendib House storefront in Oak Park Arts District, 7-9 p.m. 301 Harrison. Register for a free craft kit as a thank you. AHIA direct donation link:: https://secure.givelively.org/donate/a-house-in-austin-nfp/support-the-mission Register here:https://docs.google.com/…/1FAIpQLSc4DuufIj1…/viewform…

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34 years later, I have dried fruit

November 19, 2025

I asked Kevin to pick up some citrus for me, so I could get started on Christmas dried citrus crafting — came home to find he’d sliced it for me already. And then he helped me load the dehydrator. I picked good, y’all. Kev and I had a long, rough stretch when we were first together — we broke up four times, once for close to a year. My best friends were all telling me

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Mary Anne Mohanraj

Mary Anne Mohanraj is author of A Feast of Serendib, Bodies in Motion, The Stars Change, and twelve other titles. Other recent publications include stories for George R.R. Martin’s Wild Cards series, Perennial: A Garden Romance (Tincture), stories at Clarkesworld, Asimov’s, and Lightspeed, and an essay in Roxane Gay’s Unruly Bodies.

 

Mohanraj founded Hugo-nominated and World Fantasy Award-winning speculative literature magazine Strange Horizons, and serves as Executive Director of both DesiLit (desilit.org) and the Speculative Literature Foundation (speclit.org).  She is Clinical Associate Professor of fiction and literature at the University of Illinois at Chicago.  www.maryannemohanraj.com

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Vegan Serendib 99%
Jump Space 95%
Cancer Log 50%
“The streets were more empty than usual—everyone who had someone was probably at home, cuddling them up, waiting for the bombs to fall or the shooting to start or the diseases to spread or just for the chips in their heads to catch viruses, melt, and drip out of their brains.”
Mary Anne MohanrajThe Stars Change
“Devan wasn’t sure why he was doing this—just because she looked lost, and he wanted to see what her face would look like if it were smiling, as it was meant to. He ducked into the back room, where the last of the Christmas décor lingered, and clipped off a sprig of holly. A few twists of floral tape, a pin, and now he had a little holly pin. He brought it back into the main room, and handed it to the woman, who looked bemused. / “Holly—it’s still green in the darkest part of the year; it’s a traditional symbol of hope, protection, and victory.” / She smiled then, and carefully pinned it to her scarf. “That’s exactly what I need—thank you.”
Mary Anne MohanrajPerennial
“Amara ran. She had started out walking, her steps slow but steady. Walking away from the exploded ship that had been her marriage. It hadn’t been spaceworthy in a long time, leaking air, on the verge of decompression. But she had held on, slapping patches up as fast as she could, holding the ship together with wire and prayers and dogged determination -- no one could ever accuse her of lacking willpower. She had committed to this marriage, and she had been determined to see it through. Until Rajiv had come home stinking of another woman, and blown a hole right through the heart of it.”
Mary Anne MohanrajThe Stars Change
“The rain has been coming down hard for weeks, working its way through her not quite sealed roof, sending quiet trickles down the walls of hardened clay. There are days in the monsoon season when lentils and rice are no longer enough, when the insistence of memory overwhelms her. Those days, she stands on a teetering stool to reach the highest shelf; she pulls out her hoard of spices, from dust-brown fenugreek to crimson saffron threads. The rain stopped for a few hours this morning, but now it starts coming down again. She walks through it to the village center, her white sari plastered to her slight frame. There she trades smoked fish for rich coconut milk, ghee, fresh vegetables. The other women look at each other, and then tell their daughters: ‘Mangai Aunty is cooking. Go. Watch.’”
Mary Anne MohanrajBodies in Motion
“Aarti danced, joyfully and spectacularly, bounding higher than she ever could have under the rules of her homeworld’s gravity. She danced under the Earthlight, the Moon’s landscaped bathed in a dim bluish-white twilight. Brighter than the light of a full moon, but still night-like. Aarti didn’t understand how she could be here, on what was clearly the Moon, in the shadow of her beloved Mons Argaeus, how she could breathe – though did she actually breathe? Aarti felt no breath leaving her body, or entering it again. Yet that didn’t seem to matter. Her body was her own again, restored to what it had been before the virus hit. Although not exactly the same – better.”
Mary Anne MohanrajJoker Moon