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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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There are too many imperfections that bleed over into ugly…
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Defensive Secrets
“You majored in theatre in college, in your twenties and thirties, you were active in community theatre and children’s theatre, you taught theatre, yet you never took your boys to a play or got them involved in theatre when they were little. Why is that?” the news anchor asked me. I had been expecting this Read more
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Mom’s Roadtrip
Mom lost her mind and married Roebuck. None of the kids could stand him, but she was entitled to her midlife crisis, same as anyone else. Since his house burned down on their first date, something about gunpowder gun cleaning equipment and an explosion, such a catastrophe, that they moved to Texas soon after they Read more
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My Cloister
Smile. I biked to the cathedral in the spring. I was an overweight 40 year old American woman on a bike tangled in British traffic. The underpass near the roundabout before the cathedral was scary, traffic came from everywhere and all directions. I should not have survived the rides into town. That’s the cloister walk. Read more
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Dear Creativity
Dear Creativity, It’s time we stopped piddling about and started dancing together. Since I was little, you’ve been working against me instead of with me. You and I have been out of time and one ingredient shy of success since I was born, and you know it. You left me in the dust, or did Read more
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Running out of Time in Dante’s Spiral
“Turn in your papers.” “I’m not finished. You didn’t give us enough time,” said Jason. “You had two days to copy ten sentences correctly. That was enough time,” I said. “I wasn’t listening, that’s not fair. I’m calling my mom,” said Jason. Pressure. I wasn’t listening either. I wasn’t listening half of the time when Read more
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Leonard’s Top 10
Leonard’s Top 10 My current favorite book is Elmore leonard’s 10 Rules of Writing. It might be my favorite. It has pictures. It is what a book should be. It is complete. It is auditory, visual, and kinesthetic, if you get the hardback, which I did. Twice. This book is special. My first copy Read more
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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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There are too many imperfections that bleed over into ugly…
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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.
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The Last of the Three Wishes
The genie granted me three wishes and of course the first two came true in a blaze of glory. He told me to be wise with my wishes and I felt that I was, foolishment was meant for sissies, I wanted all my wishes to mean something. To be granted wishes was nothing to sneeze…
Devonne Brown 