Steven LaChance

  • There is a negativity in the air right now that cannot be ignored. At moments like this, I find myself asking whether we are watching something genuinely dangerous unfold under familiar language. Christianity? Patriotism? Authority? I do not say that lightly, and I am not saying it from a distance. I am asking these questions…

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  • Reflections on 25 Years in the Paranormal

    I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the fact that I’ve been doing this work for twenty-five years now. That number landed on me in a way I didn’t expect. Not as a milestone. Not as something to celebrate. Just as a quiet realization that a large part of my life has been spent sitting…

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  • 25 Years of My Life

    25 Years of My Life

    I want to tell you about this because it’s important to me. Architecture of Shadows came out of the last twenty-five years of my life. Not in an academic way, but in a lived one. Walking into places people don’t like to talk about. Sitting with people while they shared experiences they had carried quietly…

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  • Mornings Perfect Light

    Mornings Perfect Light

    Morning light. Quiet house. Everything exactly where it should be. It’s six in the morning and I’m lying here listening to my grandsons sleeping at the foot of the bed. They probably stayed up later than they should have, but we were having too much fun to care. Life doesn’t really prepare you for what…

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  • Everyone was Kung Fu Fighting

    Everyone was Kung Fu Fighting

    In fact, I wasn’t. When I was eleven, there was a kid in school named Dwayne Hayes. Everyone called him Didi. For reasons I never quite understood, he and I didn’t get along. Didi fancied himself a kung fu master. He was always kicking, spinning, throwing his legs into the air like he was auditioning…

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  • Everyone was Kung Fu Fighting

    Everyone was Kung Fu Fighting

    In fact, I wasn’t. When I was eleven, there was a kid in school named Dwayne Hayes. Everyone called him Didi. For reasons I never quite understood, he and I didn’t get along. Didi fancied himself a kung fu master. He was always kicking, spinning, throwing his legs into the air like he was auditioning…

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  • A Moment for Conscience

    A Moment for Conscience

    I waited until Christmas was over to say this, because some things need room and the right moment to be said. As a son, a father, and a grandfather, I have been sitting with what has unfolded over these past weeks. The continued revelations surrounding the Epstein case, and the effort to minimize or obscure…

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  • Why I Write

    Why I Write

    Why do I write is a question I get from time to time. Most people assume it is for money. It is not. Writing has never been a good way to make money anyway, and I already have what I need in this life. I am grateful for that. I am not chasing more. Some…

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  • A Conversation: Zombie Road

    A Conversation: Zombie Road

    Zombie Road: Between the Living and the Lost Q: You open Zombie Road by saying this is not rumor or folklore meant to scare. Why was that important to state right away? Because fear is easy. Anyone can frighten. What interested me was what lingers. Zombie Road carries history, loss, and repetition. The stories did…

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  • Architecture of Shadows: What Twenty Five Years Taught Me

    I wanted to take a moment to really talk about Architecture of Shadows, which you will soon see going up for presale. This book felt like the right place to stop and look back. Not to close a door, but to take stock of what twenty five years of work has actually taught me. Not…

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