| Blessed and Proud
| | I woke up feeling blessed this morning.... | | Words: | 723 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| My Life at Fifty
| | I turned 50 this year, so I figured this would be a good time to write something profound. You know, make some sage observations, evaluate my accomplishments thus far and measure myself against other... | | Words: | 1852 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| Tabula Rasa
| | Thoughts... | | Words: | 60 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Public |
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| Tribute
| | I still recall hands dusted with chalk,... | | Words: | 156 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| March Madness
| | When the whistling stopped, Dan knew the marching would begin. It had been this way every night for a week now. Loud, even thuds on the ceiling, the rhythmic pace always following the same course.... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 23-03-08 |
| Words: | 928 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| What is Best
| | What is best for us... | | Words: | 86 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| Uncharted Life
| | I have been a woman lost at sea, drifting... | | Words: | 232 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| Corn and Karma
| | As I bent closely over rows of juvenile yellow squash, my eyes peeled for invading cutworms , I felt... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 07-12-07 |
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| Instrument
| | Like a gifted... | | Words: | 83 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Public |
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| Oracle
| | As I explain to my father what the doctors say about my mother’s condition, the terms a mixture of their actual words and my judicial editing, he listens with eyes wide, this man who has lived... | | Creative Non-Fiction | | Genre: | Family | | Updated: | 08-11-07 |
| Words: | 720 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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| Storyteller
| | The sun was balancing on the horizon’s edge as Liz steered her car in through the iron gates of the cemetery, and its long, slanting rays caused the granite headstones to sparkle as she passed.... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 07-11-07 |
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| On Being Safe
| | I said, “No, thank you”... | | Words: | 50 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| Craftsmanship
| | Galvanized tin walls are cooling down as the sun sets and I ring the bell of the woodworking shop. An electric saw’s metallic whine goes quiet as the carpenter appears from behind a tarp separating... | | Words: | 693 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| October View
| | Smooth and silver as polished steel, the sky... | | Words: | 137 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| Crack in the Stone
| | I have performed my roles behind a veil,... | | Words: | 75 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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