Alexandra Sedlak
Bio
Indie Rock Artist l Actor l Filmmaker l Witch
Nashville, TN
Stories (11/0)
Thanksgiving, 1990-Something
It was the Thanksgiving of 1990-something. I still lived in my childhood family home in Toledo, Ohio, my grandparents were still alive, my brother was still alive, my parents were still happily-ish married, and my aunt’s most-favorite-dog-of-all-time was still alive and well. Not to start on a morbid note. But all things considered, it really was one of the best memories I have of Thanksgiving, as fucked up as it was.
By Alexandra Sedlakabout a year ago in Families
Johnny, Don't Go!
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window…,” Lynn whispered as I sipped on a sloshy, half-melted margarita. It was a balmy, September night at Lake Santee, illuminated by the glow of the full moon. I held tight to my tiger’s eye necklace, like any good witch would do when there’s blood on the moon. As a kid growing up in the 90s, Practical Magic taught me so much.
By Alexandra Sedlak2 years ago in Horror