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Poetry Tuesday – Yesterday’s Ashes
Pictures merely tell the rumor of a half-remembered story, A book with pages tattered and worn, yellowed with age, The ink faded and dull, dying to eternity. Memories fall away like rain dropping down glass, Fogging the view, warping the truth, and sliding to death. All is fleeting and passing like a silent train in…
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Excerpt from Arianna
Today I’m sharing with you chapter one of my current work in progress, Arianna: “Welcome to Jeanine Marcus Salon and Spa. How may I help you?” “Oh, my God. What did you do to your hair, Arianna?” I looked up from examining my nails, the one on my index finger black and the others blood…
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Keeping the Perspective
It’s hard sometimes when in the midst of a problem to see past it. Everything looks blurry. The road ahead is unclear. It’s easy to let emotions take control during these trying times, and next thing you know, you’re blowing up a balloon meant for a birthday party into a hot air balloon — yes,…
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Poetry Tuesday – A Little Lost…
Sometimes I feel, As we age, As our edges wear ragged, We sharpen and do more hurt, Rather than dull the blade And even put the sword away. I am left wondering If we ever learn To choose kindness over cruelty, Compassion over judgment, Truth over lies. But the record spins, Round and round, The…
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Excerpt from Mile Marker 139
Today I’m sharing with you an excerpt (actually the whole first chapter) of my unfinished story, Mile Marker 139: Chapter One: Mike Popkins The wheels squeak as he pushes the mop bucket across the floor. A couple of surly truckers look up from their venti coffees and glare. He’s used to it. He hates the…
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Character Friday – Meet Shelley Parkinson
I’m Michelle Parkinson, although my friends call me Shelley. Until recently, I didn’t really have any friends, at least not anymore. I had a best friend from childhood named Lori Miller. She stayed around the longest, but in the end, I pushed her away like everyone else. I had a good life. You wouldn’t know…
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Review of Finding Claire by Pamela Humphrey
Imagine waking up in the back of a van after being kidnapped with no idea who you are. No memories. No name. Nothing. You have a photo with the name “Claire” on it, perhaps the only clue to who you are — your whole identity. You manage to escape, but you’re more lost than ever.…
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