Mary Howard

Mary Howard writes Cozy Surrealism—stories for the 50+ dreamer who has learned that age is not a loss but a credential. At 54, she believes the years under your belt are antennae: finely tuned instruments that let you notice when the light shifts wrong, when the clock ticks backward, when a text from a disconnected area code might just save your life. Her work lives at the intersection of hope and goosebumps—think Cocoon meets The Twilight Zone. She writes for the ones who have buried and been buried, who have said someday until someday ran out, who have stood in a kitchen at 4:11 in the morning and felt something brush past them that had no business being there .

She believes that wonder is not naive. It is veteran—the only reasonable response to being alive at all. Her stories are invitations to see the ordinary miracle: that strange things happen, and we are old enough, finally, to see them. Mary lives in a small house with a refrigerator that occasionally adds postscripts. She is currently at work on the next book in the Notes to Future Me series, because the notes are still arriving, and she is still brave enough to answer them .