The Musings of Marietta Mallard
This was written with my Thursday night writing group with the prompt, "Don't feed the ducks." It should be noted that the photo above is of Joe Mallard, as his [...]
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Jun, 2018
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Jun, 2018
His True Name
I got very busy with the actual (as opposed to the virtual) world last week and missed a post. So here are three stories to make up for it. Or [...]
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May, 2018
Breathing Just a Little
“Listen, are you breathing just a little and calling it a life?” Mary Oliver I like to imagine that the breath goes everywhere in my body, not just into my [...]
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May, 2018
A stranger came to my door
This is a piece of Flash Fiction that I wrote with my Thursday night group with a list of prompts too long to copy here. This is NOT a fictionalized [...]
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May, 2018
Gravity: how it pulls us
The day before Easter, just about a month ago, I tripped on a concrete block in a parking lot and fell flat on my face. My chin was cut badly [...]
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Apr, 2018
Green Beard
Written with my Thursday night group Prompts: none of us do, he had a beard twice as long, once you know that, possible flaw, remember the accident, so many lies, [...]
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Apr, 2018
If I had to do it over again. . .
Hey, I just found this in my journal. I remember writing it, but I don't remember when. Guess it's time to set it free. It's a bit of Matrix thinking! [...]
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Apr, 2018
Stillness
A journal entry from a few years back: Hanging in the sunny back yard with Angelcat this AM, I spotted what could be a large bird in the redwood tree [...]
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Apr, 2018
Say His Name
My home town Sacramento has been in the news more often than usual lately. We received a lot of positive press when Greta Gerwig started filming her movies right here [...]
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Mar, 2018
Easter Musings 2018
I wrote this post several years back. It speaks to the power of a quiet faith as we seek the Divine in the mundane events of everyday life. I think [...]