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We’ve seen you coming for a long time now. We cast the calling spell. We been waiting for you.” said Florie.
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I had a notion why the deer didn’t eat his flower salad.
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No one needed or really wanted to ask about the classroom gore of the morning, letting go and moving on were what teachers had been trained to do.
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You have to stay here. We can’t let you leave the bar, you might tell someone of our predicament.
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God, if you say one more weird thing about something, I’m gonna “thoat punch” you.
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Writing a novel is the culmination of what I’ve been preaching most of my whole life.
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Suzanne giggled and stomped her feet at the secret she held, the power.
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Think of a children’s story you know…” ps..my secretary is responsible for any and all mistakes. :)
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On Writing; Inspired by Erma Bombeck
“I’ve taken my typewriter to the hospital with me for kidney infections. I have taken it on camping trips, and the sand has gotten in the keys. It is just like the most fierce habit you can imagine. It is there, and it stares at you like a conscience.” ~ Erma Bombeck I must write.… Read more
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The Mystery in the Cook Book
I pulled the book off the shelves that looked most promising for a real recipe for rough puff pastry. The Great British Baking Show offered more inspiration than information, and Wolfgang Puck’s book looked more promising than most on the St. Albans library shelves. The book held that exquisite new book smell to it, and… Read more
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Teachers’ Kids
“Out, out brief candle,” I said. “Shakespeare is so antiquated. They’re taking him out of the schools now. He’s irrelevant,” said Nick. My son was six. “Can you tell a story in a thousand words or less in iambic pentameter? I didn’t think so.” “Just tell me a bedtime story,” he said. “It was a… Read more
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Black Licorice
“Which house shall we hit next, the brick one or that long white one with just the porch light on?” The Bunny Sisters collaborated. Trick or Treat was a serious matter. It had to be done in the most efficient and interesting of ways. Their costumes were fashioned of dresses from the thirties and their… Read more
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An Unlikely Account of Lincoln’s Tophat
Not many people knew of Mercucio Sibedow, haberdasher to the presidency. Mercucio grew up south of the Mason Dixon line. He learned from his daddy how to make hats and ties, leather gloves, fashion mens finishing touches. You’d think that finishing touches were woman’s work, but that would be absolutely not true. In the world… Read more
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How to hide a genius
As a society, we paint the most malformed picture we can grumble about. We tangle our thoughts in knots of despair so tight we can’t move from one group to the next without dire consequences. Once you move, there’s no going back, especially if you’ve moved “down.” Shunning is done with silent delight. Open, honest,… Read more
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We’ve seen you coming for a long time now. We cast the calling spell. We been waiting for you.” said Florie.
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I had a notion why the deer didn’t eat his flower salad.
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No one needed or really wanted to ask about the classroom gore of the morning, letting go and moving on were what teachers had been trained to do.
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You have to stay here. We can’t let you leave the bar, you might tell someone of our predicament.
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God, if you say one more weird thing about something, I’m gonna “thoat punch” you.
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Writing a novel is the culmination of what I’ve been preaching most of my whole life.
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Suzanne giggled and stomped her feet at the secret she held, the power.
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Think of a children’s story you know…” ps..my secretary is responsible for any and all mistakes. :)
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Patience of the trees
I grew up on a dirt road with quiet skies and darkened rooms where there was one light in the center of the room and two table lamps, a luxury beside a rocking chair and one end of the couch for reading. The kitchens had a dim bulb in the middle as did the bedrooms.…
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Message
I’ve been to two funerals this week. Two uncles, one from my dad, one from my mom. Dad’s brother had a military funeral, Mom’s brother had a Masonic funeral. The military funeral had a twenty-one gun salute at the end of it. The Masons chanted and made hand signals. Both were dignified and sent the…
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A path through the woods
There were hundreds of acres to explore and I suppose we stepped through all of them. We walked through the woods for miles, following each other. The path was the one we created, or sometimes the deer or both. They are creatures of habits, the same as we. We had no place in mind to…
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First Memories
I have two distinct memories before I could walk. The first one was being held in my uncle’s arms and reaching for my mother. I loved my uncle Paul as much as any six or seven month old can love another human being who’s around all the time. But I remember throwing my body towards…
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Winter is…is not
Cold…killing cold.
Devonne Brown 