Monthly Archives: August 2011

Digging in Deep

Today’s writing prompt is “I don’t remember,” an opportunity to dig deep into your empty space, reach a hand into the dark attic of your soul to see what you bring forth.  “Bring to light things that have been covered … Continue reading

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AMAZING NEWS!!!!

This morning I received a letter from James A. Cox, Editor-in-Chief at The Midwest Book Review.  My fantasy novel “Weathercock” is reviewed in their August 2011 online book review!!! I am . . .well, I’m bouncing off the walls at … Continue reading

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Breaking Bread

Food has always been an important part of my strongest friendships.  There’s something special about sitting down together over a meal.  It doesn’t need to be something grand — in fact, in my experience, the simpler meals are often the … Continue reading

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The Voice of Water

Sitting here listening to the rain and thinking about all the sounds water can make. As a child, I lay on the dock at my grandparents’ camp on Spaulding Lake, way up in northern Maine.  The wood was old, weathered … Continue reading

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Friends

That’s me in the middle there, between Robbie Petuski and Ray Monger.  Third grade.  One of the best school years of my life. Robbie, Ray, and I were friends.  Not the hang-together sort of friends; we never saw each other … Continue reading

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Listen

Writing prompt for today is “Give me a memory of sound” and my brain floods with noise. Cicadas, harbingers of hot days, singing in a scratchy whine.  Curie’s purr, deep and soft against my chest (and sadly absent these two … Continue reading

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Behind the Mirror

I’ve always had something of a reputation for being outside the norm. As a child, I played baseball and war with the boys in the neighborhood and rode my bike all over the countryside. (we were so rural, we didn’t … Continue reading

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