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World Wide Spider Webs

I’m angry at the Internet today.  Not frustrated, not irked, but pissed.  As in, if I had a bazooka at my disposal… It hadn’t occurred to me before, but now I get it: They call it the “web” because that’s

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Posted in Internet, Procrastination, Web, Writing

Cradle The Blanching Bones

I saw the area code on the caller ID and knew who it was right away. I thought to let it ring, allow the answering machine to pick up, but I knew she’d call back again and again until I took

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Posted in Family & Relationships, Fiction, Short Story

Interview with Kathryn Brettell, Author of, “The Olive Picker”

I recently had the pleasure to read one the most amazing and heart-wrenching memoirs I’ve ever read.  The author, Kathryn Brettell, gracefully agreed to an interview.  If you haven’t read The Olive Picker yet, I highly recommend it. The book already has

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Posted in Author Interview, Book Review, Kathryn Brettell, Living, Non-Fiction, Survival, The Olive Picker

Writer Interrupted

“Turn the music down, Darling.  It’s difficult to concentrate.” Desmond strolled…no…sauntered… Sauntered, yes. Desmond sauntered into the pub Searching for Belinda She’s all right, she’s all right…cocaine.   “Please, Darling?  Keep the music down?” Searching for Belinda. She was angry,

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Posted in Fiction, Humor, Writing, Writing Process

Fairy Tails

“She’s six years old, Marietta, let her have fun.”  “She’s old enough to learn about responsibility, Mr. Capricious.  Spare me your blather on childhood fun.  She’ll be grown before you blink twice.  When that happens, I’ll expect her to have

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Posted in Fairy Tales, Fiction, Literature, Writing

Fleshing Out Character

Do you have a best friend?          If you think about when you first met your best friend, you’ll discover one special thing this person did to get your attention. For example, my best friend walked into

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Posted in Writing

Cry At The Night Sky

I knew the truth, and it ripped my soul to shreds. All the more reason to end the pain right now so neither of us will have to witness the end. It’s the right thing to do…it has to be.

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Posted in Fiction, Literature, Writing