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Blocked (short story based on the life of a writer)

Up before my 5:30 am alarm. It’s a dull, achy feeling of almost awake. I’ve got to get up or I’ll never get to writing today.   The first five stumbling steps send me crashing into the door jam. I cuss quietly under my…

Summertime (short story)

It was summer in Michigan. Which meant my hair was massive with frizz. It was the 1980’s. Which meant that the frizz could work to my advantage.   The problem was that I was the only girl in a neighborhood of boys. And I…

Empty Life (inspired by Relevant Magazine’s article “The Other Victims of Prostitution”)

Man, it’s so dark out here. Driving up and down the track looking for some sweet little thing to pick up, take some place even darker for a fast fling. It don’t hurt anybody. I wear protection, she gets some spending money. Win, win….

Pawn Shop

           I already drove around this block about 10 times. Past the abandoned gas station, the grungy park, the weeping willow. I know what that old tree feels, hanging low like that and looking just sad. Sucking up all the…

Letting Go

It’s this time of year I’m always surprised by the bundles of lilacs that seem to have bloomed overnight. The lavender aroma shocks me with beauty. They were my sister’s favorite flower. “This is what heaven will smell like,” she would say, sitting on…

>Faking the Christian Character Award

>My good friend Kendra Shriver at “The Joy of Sneezing” wrote this great blog post about life in the “club”. She inspired me to do the same. Okay…I can do this…I’m a little nervous…whew.I’ve worked very hard for almost all my life to keep up with…

>Just a little story…not finished yet!

>Fat snowflakes floated from the sky, whipping around at the will of the wind.  Tree limbs, barren of life, wore blankets of white on their elegantly curved arms.  It was the kind of day that sent Robert Frost into fits of poetry, Jack London…

>Story Starter #2 (for a writers club)

>The man in the Winnebago is staring wildly.  A Cadillac is wedge precariously under the nose of his monstrous vehicle.  Smoke is pouring out of both hoods, fluid leaking from underneath.  The woman in the Caddy is sobbing, her nose streaming blood onto her cashmere sweater.  A…

>Restored Life

>Today I had the opportunity to participate in a forum on human trafficking. It was extremely exciting to have such a conference in my own town. I arrived at Kentwood Community Church to set up my display in room 115. The room was lined…

>Feeling

>My long time friend Russ has gotten me thinking today. Russ and I grew up in Boyscouts together. Yeah, that’s right…I was in the Boyscouts. I know I’m a girl. Don’t mess with me…I’ll tie you up in a knot, put a splint on…

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