Happy Fourth of July!
I pray and affirm that the people of our country are compassionate and kind. We believe in fairness, democracy, and freedom for all. We are willing to work hard to [...]
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Jul, 2021
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Jun, 2021
Sheltering-in-Place: final edition?
Hello, dear readers. How are you? I am fine. Well, kinda fine. I am emerging slowly, as many of us are, attending to things that have been put off too long—dental appointments, household repairs, [...]
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Jun, 2021
A Boy With Wings
Another re-run this week, another of my favorite #FlashFictionFriday stories. Enjoy! The route was beautiful but scary, starting in the most crime-ridden and garbage-strewn streets of the financial district, a [...]
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Jun, 2021
Bread Cats
I'm needing a bit of a break so I thought I'd run a few of my greatest hits here. Maybe next week too, not sure yet. At any rate, here's [...]
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May, 2021
In the Wine Garden
Written with my Thursday night writing group with the prompts: empty journal, her lips tasted like wine, no one ever noticed her, she was just there, 16 years gone to hell, [...]
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May, 2021
Monday’s Cafe
I wrote this with my Thursday night group with the prompts: how?, good for them, but what do you really want, Monday is for ones, be happy and smile, find love, [...]
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May, 2021
Spring Cleaning
Because it was spring, Marilee decided to do one of her obsessive tears through the house—not a quick surface dust and sweep, but a deep dive, boring down beneath cushions [...]
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May, 2021
The Witch Elm, a review
Tana French writes compelling stories, stories that are hard to put down. Years ago I read one of her earlier novels and found it to be enthralling and entertaining, but ultimately [...]
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Apr, 2021
My Insomnia Gossips About Me Behind My Back
To finish off our National Poetry Month celebration, I offer a more recent creation of mine. Thanks for reading! I made that girl, but is she grateful? No. True, [...]
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Apr, 2021
Life on the Flood Plain
Another original poem for National Poetry Month! This week's offering is a tale of my California childhood, back when the rain was plentiful enough that we'd often watch the winter [...]