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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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The Code
I began drafting the next “Code” last night. Of all the Christmas traditions floating around, my favorite is the Christmas code. My boys tolerate it, everyone else finds it mildly entertaining, and it brings a huge grin to my face every Christmas celebration. I don’t put name tags on packages, I have a secret code… Read more
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The Storm
Hurricane Ian “Make a wish. Cross your fingers and close your eyes. Blow a kiss onto your fingers and into the fire. Open your fingers as you blow. That’s right. Now your wish will come true,” said the storm . “It’s a Fire wish.” Ian, the mighty Hurricane was at category five and powerful. A… Read more
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Mom’s Lasagna
The best recipes come from old cookbooks. Those suckers have been tested and perfected. They have the right ingredients, lots of love, and you would have to hold your mouth just right to mess them up. Mom’s Lasagna recipe traveled to England and back with me. It is faithful. I remember when I spilled the… Read more
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Why Write.
I write in general because I always have. I have always kept journals, written stories, essays, poems, and papers. I write because my thoughts, feelings, ideas, language play has to come out somewhere. Writing is problem solving. It’s fun. It’s frustrating. Writing is my best friend. It’s something I have to do. Now, I’m writing… 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 