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About writingblissfully
I’m a writer. My goal through this blog is to write more and share this journey with others. “There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” ― Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings “Make up a story… For our sake and yours forget your name in the street; tell us what the world has been to you in the dark places and in the light. Don’t tell us what to believe, what to fear. Show us belief’s wide skirt and the stitch that unravels fear’s caul.” ― Toni Morrison, The Nobel Lecture In Literature, 1993A Favor
“Tell us what happened,” two detectives sat across the table from me. I shivered, thinking about how the day had unfolded. It was easy to see where things had gone wrong. They stood out now like a predictable heist film. … Continue reading →
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Beginnings & Endings
I got the keys to my new apartment, a studio downtown between a busy laundromat and a realty firm that welcomed their own steady flow of traffic. For three days I lay on my living room floor in an army … Continue reading →
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Tagged Compassion, Fiction, Grieving, Helping Others, Hope, Loss, Love, Short Fiction, Short Stories, Starting Over, Writing
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The Most Important Venture
The city was busy with commuters. They stuffed themselves in trains, buses, and ferries, into taxis and carpool vans. Charlotte and I were on the bus wedged between travelers in suits and ties, the smell of their aftershave thick, suffocating. … Continue reading →
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Tagged Childhood, Children, Escape, Family, Fiction, Love, Nature, Routine, Short Fiction, Short Stories, Writing
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The Calm
I was still five hours away from East Lancaster when the fog began to set in. Signs directing travelers to Sleepy River appeared on the side of the freeway, so I followed them. An empty, winding road led me around … Continue reading →
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Tagged Family, Fiction, Friendship, Journey, Life, Love, Relocating, Short Fiction, Short Stories, Writing
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October
The spring formal was a couple weeks away, and girls were scrambling to find the right dress or bragging about the dress they had already found. They filled the halls, clusters of five or six girls, jabbering on and on … Continue reading →
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Tagged Fiction, Forgiveness, Friendship, Loss, Love, Short Fiction, Short Stories, Writing
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Sweet Angel
They always arrived by bicycle, parading down the street with their toddlers buckled behind them in baby seats. The sounds of their tires echoed through the halls, sweet voices expressing excitement. “It’s Wednesday,” Megan sang. I grabbed the snack cart, … Continue reading →
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Blue Butterfly
Grandma Betty was always a constant figure in our lives, but her rigid demeanor made knowing her impossible. She lived a few houses down from ours. Aside from tending to my mother when her nights and days became so agonizing … Continue reading →
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Tagged Childhood, Family, Fiction, Hope, Loss, Love, Mental Health, Mental Illness, Short Fiction, Short Stories, Writing
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In Peace I Rest
The fog hung over the city like a veil, masking the unrest simmering below. Residents spouted anger and vulnerability. They filled open spaces the same way poisonous gas enters the lungs to suffocate. Authorities wrestled with recklessness, death lurked in … Continue reading →
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Tagged Fiction, Peace, Short Fiction, Short Stories, Unrest, Writing
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Three Days Away
Donovan and Dominic were upstairs playing with their Legos. Paul was in the garage trying to figure out why the Check Engine light had come on in the van. I was on the phone with my mother who was calling … Continue reading →
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Tagged Children, Family, Fiction, Love, Short Fiction, Short Stories, Vacation, Writing
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Rainy Love
Thomas slammed the front door. Moments later I heard his car start, tires screeching as he sped to the end of our street. I sat at the kitchen table, feeling air reenter my lungs. The bone-deep quiver settled, and I … Continue reading →
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