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Hatred blooms bright in the human heart when dealing with a jerk of a cat on frigid wet ground.
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Please stop by and say, “Hello,” if you read my words. You make my day.
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Isn’t it sad that most of us begin the day with a lie?
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Think Marilyn Monroe and the subway grate…
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You were flying…you didn’t need to fly into the rose bushes but you did fly.
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“The mighty being is awake and doth with his eternal motion make a sound like thunder, everlastingly.” Wordsworth
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I will never be mother, sister, friend, or decent human of the year because of stupid Christmas cards.
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Collections
Collections Inventory Dishes Antique furniture My journals Cats 2 Dog 1 Twins Lotsa boys Almost two books Two published things I’m in a writer’s permutation of life at the moment. I collect books about writing and writing advice. I have writing friends and their books. I go to writing conferences and groups. I write blogs,… Read more
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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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Hatred blooms bright in the human heart when dealing with a jerk of a cat on frigid wet ground.
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Please stop by and say, “Hello,” if you read my words. You make my day.
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Isn’t it sad that most of us begin the day with a lie?
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Think Marilyn Monroe and the subway grate…
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You were flying…you didn’t need to fly into the rose bushes but you did fly.
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“The mighty being is awake and doth with his eternal motion make a sound like thunder, everlastingly.” Wordsworth
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I will never be mother, sister, friend, or decent human of the year because of stupid Christmas cards.
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Ginger Tom
Geraldine didn’t appreciate that stray yellow cat that dropped her kitten at the front door. There it was though, eyes open, wobbly legged, barely weaned, and yellow as its mama. She thought of just sweeping it off the porch like trash. What else could it eat besides milk? Shit. She’d have to go to Walmart.…
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Rum Punch
I didn’t need to drink, didn’t want to end up a human popsicle on the interstate somewhere between here and home.
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Yutori
Shimmering lights were ahead of him.
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January 6
In a flash of inspiration, Cynthia decided to celebrate the Feast of the Epiphany. She’d had a vision of the three wise men giving their gifts to the Christ child and decided it would be fun to have a small Christmas today. She was sure to get an eye roll from her kids. That’s what…
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Time is a bootlegged curse
Who would have thought a six year old would put a curse on a toybox, but he did. Ian wrote “This toybox is cursed” on the lid of a round cheese wheel box in permanent black marker. He’d given warning, especially to his brother Nick, to leave his stuff alone. Time is a bootlegged curse.…

