Tag: fiction
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March 22, 2008 09:58 AM EDT --
Just when I need you all so damn much.
I'm soldiering on as best I can, taking care of the children, the house, bills, work.
Mother's off her meds again; . . .
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April 06, 2008 09:53 AM EDT --
In my attic, beyond the cobwebs and ancient tapestries, past the gunmetal grey filing cabinets that line the walls, is a room of my own. It is where I write. It is not a writing shed, though that . . .
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June 17, 2008 06:06 AM EDT --
Mary rolls her trash down the driveway alone now that Nolo has died; decades of Saturday night dancing, summer swims and afternoon tennis are behind her; these days, ladies come to lunch or . . .
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October 06, 2008 12:02 AM EDT --
Sunday, 8 a.m. Drank whey powder, amino acid supplements, Green Tea power drink. Powerlifted at club, mega treadmill workout, 30 wind sprints on the track. 2 hours. Sunny but windy.
Smiled . . .
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March 10, 2009 07:06 AM EDT --
The hospital gave every appearance of being hospitable to patients. As I gazed at the pastel paintings of cut flowers that lined the hospital walls, a young nurse with a well-scrubbed face and . . .
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March 20, 2009 12:06 AM EDT --
Mary rolls her trash down the driveway alone now that Nolo has died; decades of Saturday night dancing, summer swims and afternoon tennis are behind her; these days, ladies come to lunch or she flies . . .
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April 28, 2009 12:43 AM EDT --
Forsythia's bright yellow, Magnolia's waxy purple and Dogwood's tiny white, dotted flowers will give way to fully leaved willows who weep for loss, while maples strut.
The children of . . .
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November 17, 2009 02:51 PM EST --
So here is your prompt for Saturday 11/14/09:
Think of a situation that you remember in emotional terms, either positively or negatively, big or small, and answer . . .
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May 29, 2008 07:00 PM EDT --
The Goslings
I waited weeks for them,
I waited by the willow as it wept for winter's last hurrah,
I waited by the pond as ripples spread near the edge,
I waited under the footbridge, . . .
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April 16, 2006 02:31 AM EDT --
(This is a continuing fictional series in the lives of Susan Hapenny and her friends. This installment takes place in 1967, in Monterey, at the Monterey Pop Festival.)
"Our Weekend in Monterey" . . .
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December 03, 2009 03:31 PM EST --
Second of two. First
Holiday Newsletter - Thursday Writing Essential
Dear Friends and Family:
It aggrieves me to report that things are not so well this year. Ever since . . .
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June 08, 2006 12:10 AM EDT --
That summer I'd found the rabbit lying in the road, hit by a car, its legs broken; he couldn't be saved. Yet, I had to try.
I knew the marriage couldn't be saved. Yet, I had to try.
I called . . .
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April 02, 2007 07:02 AM EDT --
Mirabelle looked glum. Her eyes were downcast, her mouth downturned. I asked what was wrong. She said nothing.
I walked away. A tear fell from Mirabelle's eyes.
"What is it, hon? Is he . . .
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August 21, 2006 07:11 AM EDT --
I republished this in response to a comment Spike S. made on my article about Touch.
Sitting at her desk, today the Quill peers into the future and wonders about those who will live one-hundred and ten . . .
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July 07, 2007 01:06 PM EDT --
The shiny blue van in front of Mrs. Bradley's house leaves when we leave. Are they following us, and, if they are, why do they bother? To follow us to the ice cream store or the grocery? I'm flattered . . .
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August 04, 2007 05:13 AM EDT --
It happened the summer I found the rabbit lying in the road, hit by a car, legs broken, he couldn't be saved. Yet I had to try. I knew the marriage couldn't be saved, yet I had to try.
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April 28, 2009 11:53 PM EDT --
She had always known that she belonged to Winter. The frozen landscape, numbingly beautiful, sang to her in the same way that songbirds serenaded those who belonged to Springtime. She . . .
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July 12, 2006 03:08 AM EDT --
Everything was all turned inside inwards, in her mind. Cathy knew this.
She opened the fridge door and her thoughts came tumbling out.
It struck her how off she'd been, how utterly defragmented . . .
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July 13, 2007 11:44 PM EDT --
To put behind our differences and get on with the business of our marriage;
Was it when the cat died and we reft into two, the summer you left for the mountains to a cabin by yourself, in search of something . . .
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July 12, 2008 08:04 PM EDT --
Please read Part 1 first. It is HERE .
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Celia prodded her husband, Malcolm, to lay out food the caterers brought.
"Malcolm, please use the refrigerated tray for . . .
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