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The concept for My Mother’s Chamomile popped into my mind when my husband’s grandmother died. I had all kinds of passion for writing a novel about funeral directors. Problem. I knew very little about them. Even less about what went on in the business. To be… Continue Reading “Tour of a Funeral Home”
I was out to lunch with my friend Janet a few months ago. Now, one thing you need to know about Janet is that she has no filter. She says exactly what she thinks/feels/etc. Our lunches are never boring. Oh. And she doesn’t have… Continue Reading “You Wrote A Book About THAT?”
This piece of short fiction debuted at Burnside Writers Collective. I leave the hospital room. The gasping breath and wasting body of my daughter stay in my mind as I close the door. It’s been two days since I’ve been home. My old body… Continue Reading “What’s Your Story — Love”
Okey Doke, Reader Friends. Here’s the last story for the voting ballot. You have until Wednesday night at 11:45 pm to get your vote in (just comment on this post). Here are your choices. Nothing to Hide–Inspired by Darcie Apple Stroke–Inspired by Cindy Mikowski… Continue Reading “Alone–Inspired by Trevor O’Brien (AND the vote for last week!)”
Today’s story idea came from Tanya Glanzman. Tanya’s blog is My Father’s Daughter. You can “like” her Facebook Page here. She also blogs for Circle of Friends Ministries. And she’s a mom. And she’s a teacher. And she’s a student. Somehow she balances it… Continue Reading “We Matter–Inspired by Tanya Glanzman”
Today’s story idea comes from Annette Deaton. Annette was a guest blogger here in November. See her moving post here. This is Annette’s story idea… Character: Anne is 20 years old and caring. Setting: Catholic Church Conflict: The love of her life, Seth, whom… Continue Reading “The Farewell–Inspired by Annette Deaton”
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… Continue Reading “Letting Go”
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