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Make sure you catch Part 1 and Part 2. And, by all means, share a link to my blog if you’d like! Thanks for reading! Sharon A letter came in the mail for me. From my brother, Jimmy. It’s sad when you don’t even know your… Continue Reading “Sharon & Myra: Part 3”
Make sure you catch Part 1 here. Thanks for reading! Feel free to comment and share my stories with your friends! Myra I ain’t never been a soft person. There’s no use in this life for cryin’ and carryin’ on. I had some… Continue Reading “Sharon & Myra: Part 2”
Sharon: Purple was always my favorite color. I wanted everything to be that color. The walls of my bedroom, my stuffed animals, dresses. Everything. Because purple seemed to make my eyes happy somehow. But the walls of my bedroom were beige. My stuffed animals… Continue Reading “Sharon & Myra: Part 1”
I promise, dear Friends, that I will submit to you a story first thing Wednesday morning. I have one bubbling over the fire. It will be good (hopefully). But, for today, will you please do me a wee little favor? I wrote… Continue Reading “Hi!”
I was the fat kid. Not baby chub or pleasantly plump. This wasn’t the kind of extra weight I would “grow into”. This was wrist roll, thighs rubbing, eye smashing, mortifying weight. When my mom felt guilty about working so much, she’d bring home… Continue Reading “Skinny – a short story”
Make sure you catch Part 1, Part 2 and Part 3. And feel free to share these stories with your friends on Facebook or Twitter! Leon sat in his room. The sun landed, warm, on his bed. He held his hands together, so tightly that his knuckles were… Continue Reading “Buried – Part 4”
Read Part 1 and Part 2 first! Thank you! My sister Barb sits across the table from me. She invited me out, let me pick the place, said she’d buy. I should have known something was up. She’s giving me that look. The “I’m going to talk to you… Continue Reading “Buried – Part 3: Misty”
Make sure to read Part One Here First. Thank you! I gotta tap the table three times with the knuckles of my right hand every time I walk past. Flip the light switch on and off, on and off until I get it just right. Check… Continue Reading “Buried – Part 2: Leon”
I found an old picture of my dad today. It was taken about four months after he married my mom and ten years before it all crashed down on him. He smiled, looking at someone. Who? I couldn’t tell you. But my dad smiled… Continue Reading “Buried – Part 1: Misty”
My Granddad planted a tree when my mom was born. He transplanted the sapling from his childhood home across the state. It was just a normal, average oak tree. But he loved that tree. “When I get to feeling hopeless, I just take… Continue Reading “Robert Frost’s Bloom”
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