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Small Group Friendships
If the title of this blog reminds you of cliques from when you were in school, stop right there. While I can feel that vibe, this is about the opposite. This, my friends, is a blog not just about friendship but about small group friendships. What do I mean by that? My definition of small…
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Poetry Tuesday – Dirty
Some stains never come off, No matter the passage of time Or the effort to come clean. The grime infects to the core, Her center, which was ripped from her. Hide away, but everyone sees. Everyone but her — The irreversible damage. She knows brokenness as intimately As a hundred false lovers. She lies to…
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“Who Am I?” Asks Mom
Note: This blog post is aimed at moms with young kids and is a throwback to a post I wrote a year ago. Being on vacation this past week, I wasn’t able to write a new post, but I think this one is worth re-sharing. My alarm was set for seven o’clock. But it’s my…
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Excerpt from Latent Infection – Part Five (Horror Short Story)
You can read part one here, part two here, part three here, and part four here. Note: This is the last installment I will be placing on my website, which equates to the first third of the story. I will be publishing the entire story at a later date (for purchase). I hope you’ve enjoyed this preview. Cora…
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Poetry Tuesday – Late Summer Symphony
God’s painted masterpiece of ever-shifting colors and clouds is splattered across the sky, And an equally brilliant work of ark reflects below, One on top of the other, mixing until inextricably bound up in a dance, Which the grasses tall and thin in the meadow join in To the sound of hidden cicadas And the…
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Excerpt from Latent Infection – Part Four (Horror Short Story)
You can read part one here, part two here, and part three here. The Marsons returned from their weekend trip in better moods than they had been in weeks. Even Tom, who was optimistic to the point of absurdity, remarked that the break was just what he needed. The family parked their Suburban next to the house and…
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Cultivating an Attitude of Gratitude
Ugh, do I have to wake up? Waking up is vastly overrated. The pillows, the blankets, the soft curve of the mattress against my body, these are calling my name, beckoning me like a lullaby. But if I’m honest with myself, I’m lucky today. I actually didn’t wake before my alarm on my phone. My…
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Poetry Tuesday – Luke
He screams, terrified, angry, And tears stream down my cheeks, wet, desperate; I plead and ask what goes unanswered, And wish with dreamlike vanity for relief and release. Although his crying subsides outwardly, I often wonder if he shares in my deep inward weeping, Buried under mounds of smiles and the day’s busyness. This…this cheap…
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Excerpt from Latent Infection – Part Three (Horror Short Story)
You can read part one here and part two here. Over the next few weeks, Cora heard nothing strange in her new home beyond the usual creaks associated with older houses. With her father gone on the road during the weekdays, he had hired contractors to begin work on the house. Among the people who were in and…