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The Gift
Posted on December 26, 2018
There was just one more gift under the tree, the small square box still wrapped in brown shipping paper, its top covered with silver tinsel and tiny flashing red, blue, and green bulbs. “Whose is that?” Michael asked. “It’s for … Continue reading →
The Old Farmhouse
Posted on June 5, 2018
I walked to the end of the property and waited. My backpack on one shoulder, a small carryon next to my feet. I looked back at the old farmhouse, a two-story, twice-restored home to three generations of Malcolms, once thriving … Continue reading →
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The Long Way Home
Posted on July 9, 2017
“Hold the door, please,” I yelled, bumbling down the hall with a white box topped with my things—eight years’ worth of pictures, notepads, pens, hard candy, a light sweater I kept on the back of my chair, a dusty pair … Continue reading →
Posted in Exploration & Discovery
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Tagged Fiction, Hope, Inspiration, Love, Psychology, Short Fiction, Short Stories, Stories that Stain the Heart and Mend the Mind, Writing
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Remembering
Posted on June 19, 2017
There is an enchanting melody playing in my head: a symphony of sounds dancing on my eardrums. A composition: rhythmic, melodic. Wooden sticks knocking. Soft harmony, weaving in and out, tying notes in knots. Wind instruments shouting with squeaks and … Continue reading →
Posted in Exploration & Discovery, Process & Progress
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Find Me…Please! (3)
Posted on December 11, 2016
Did I do the right thing by offering Bianca a place to stay? Yes. She needed help; she was in a bad way. I thought maybe she was involved with drugs when I met her. She wasn’t. She was a … Continue reading →
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Tagged Fiction, Hope, Love, Novel, Psychology, Short Fiction, Short Stories, Stories that Stain the Heart and Mend the Mind, Writers, Writing
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Find Me…Please! (2)
Posted on December 4, 2016
Olivia was born on February 12, a Saturday. I remember that day. I will always remember. It was cold and rainy. John and I were at home. I was putting the finishing touches on the nursery, double checking that the … Continue reading →
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Tagged Fiction, Love, Novel, Psychology, Short Fiction, Short Stories, Stories that Stain the Heart and Mend the Mind, Writers, Writing
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Find Me…Please! (1)
Posted on November 27, 2016
There was Jersey, Cincinnati, Denver, Seattle, Miami, California, and me, Dakota. We were being tied up in the back of the van, chained really. It was procedure. Every night on our way to meet with clients we were chained so … Continue reading →
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Tagged Fiction, Hope, Inspiration, Novel, Psychology, Short Fiction, Short Stories, Stories that Stain the Heart and Mend the Mind, Writing
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Blogger Recognition Award!
Posted on March 22, 2016
I want to thank ReDiscover 40 for nominating my blog for the Blogger Recognition Award! I’ve been blogging for just under a year now and in this time I’ve found some great blogs and shared comments and feedback with some … Continue reading →
Homestead (Between Breath & Suffocation Sec. 21)
Posted on March 22, 2016
Meridian sped down route 19. I looked out at the dying vegetation: sparse trees with their dry, grey branches; pale brown plants soft and mushy, sinking in surrounding soil; miles and miles of death covering wide open land with its … Continue reading →
Patterson County: Meridian (Between Breath & Suffocation Sec. 20)
Posted on December 20, 2015
I sat inside the bus terminal waiting. There were only a few of us sprinkled along the rows. Dim lights hung from the ceiling, sound far away waiting for the sun to rise. Cold slipped through our clothes into our … Continue reading →