The last night of summer

September 5, 2011

The door squeaked opened. Footsteps approached. “Someone else is in here,” I thought, scrambling up from the cool tile, clunking my head against the bottom of the stall wall. Mama would have been mortified had she seen my pale face resting against that bathroom floor. But where else could I calm my stomach? I wasn’t […]

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Where does the dream stop and the story begin?

August 30, 2011

I awoke this morning in the middle of a dream. I had been re-hired by a firm I worked for fifteen years ago. It was my first day back. Scrambled eggs, sausage links, and hash browns were being served on the over-polished, walnut conference table. Hmmm. Family breakfasts weren’t company policy when I worked there […]

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What’s your point . . . of view?

August 27, 2011

Nothing is black and white… really. All things are shaded by point of view. Most of us have experienced this by the time we’re out of diapers.  You think you should have a toy, another baby is sure they need it, and whoever ends up with the prize ultimately believes they deserved it. By the […]

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August 16, 2011

Remember the 1978 version of Invasion of the Body Snatchers? Well, you know how the clones screamed when they spotted a human? That’s exactly how I sound when I catch my new puppy, Sadie,squatting to relieve herself in an inappropriate place. And where-for the love of God-does all that poop come from, anyway? She really doesn’t […]

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Itching away

August 14, 2011

Ralph, a homeless man who lives in my novel, The Courier, has head lice. At one point, he explains how lice can sometimes be advantageous. That doesn’t stop him from using an unconventional method to rid himself of them. I won’t tell you what Ralph feels the upside is, you’ll have to read the book […]

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Busy signal

August 11, 2011

The days are busy. So are the nights. You work. You write. It’s what you do. You walk around with a notepad and pen all the time, a blue tooth attached to your ear, and a cell phone in your pocket. Your phone is almost always on. If you’re not in the car, you’re, most […]

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Knowing your characters

August 8, 2011

Some of my writer friends listen to music while they write. Not me. The tune, the words, the meaning, the associated emotions–too much of a distraction. See, to me, each song is a story in itself. That story pulls me away from the one I’m working on. But . . . on occasion, I’ll hear […]

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Sisterdog Sadie

August 4, 2011

I just found out my new puppy is coming tomorrow. I’m thrilled. But I’m also nervous. I’ve had Creo since she was a eight weeks old–three years now.                   She’s Dachshund, Corgi, and Cairn Terrier.             Earlier this month, one of the […]

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Would you like some dignity with that?

August 2, 2011

The daytime temperatures had been in the 90s. At 9:45 pm, I was still too hot. I needed something really cold. An ice cream cone. Vanilla. Yum. With a bedroll on his back, Traveler entered the fast food restaurant from another door, arriving at the counter just ahead of me. He was wearing a quilted […]

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Dreaming of Cyrus

July 30, 2011

When I sat down to write The Courier, I knew who I wanted Cyrus Driskoll to be at the beginning of the the book. I knew who I wanted him to be at the end. I had a rough idea of how I might get him from A to Z.   To me, the most important […]

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Don’t let me look

July 28, 2011

My cousin, Ken, has a favorite story about our Granny. He says when he was little, he used to sneak up on her to scare her. One day, my aunt caught him. “Don’t scare your Granny like that!” she scolded. Now, you and I both know that my aunt was afraid Granny’s old heart couldn’t […]

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July 26, 2011

When I was younger, I was reluctant to share my writing. It was so . . . personal. When I was in my twenties, my husband, kids, and I moved west. My parents lived in the east. So Mama and I didn’t get much of a chance to hang out. When my parents visited, Mama […]

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Cyrus Driskoll – Part 1

July 23, 2011

Cyrus Driskoll had evolved. You may have met him at one time or another. He lived up the street or around the corner or even next door. He charmed the girls, shared his best toys with the boys and primarily did what his parents and teachers told him to. Cyrus wasn’t perfect. He was just […]

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July 22, 2011

Is it just me? Sometimes, the moon looks like a giant light in a dark sky. Other times, I swear, it’s a round keyhole into a brighter world. Now, maybe that keyhole moon has everything to do with how my eyes are focused and nothing to do with my imagination. But, I don’t believe that. […]

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Riding Shotgun

July 20, 2011

In March, I drove north to visit my daughter. The night before I left, I called her. “What’s your address again, sweetie?” She sighed. The last two times, she had to come find me so I could follow her home. Embarassing! “I’m going to run it through Mapquest this time,” I said. “That way, I […]

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In my dreams

July 19, 2011

I awoke from a dream before 5 am, heart pounding. There were no zombies, no shadows chasing me across dark parking lots, no threat of my untimely demise–just a room full of strangers. I was supposed to be speaking at some sort of conference, but no one would acknowledge my presence. They just kept talking […]

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Beneath the surface

July 12, 2011

It was an older home and yet the yard looked as though it had never been landscaped. The front “lawn” was a lumpy, flattish, foxtail garden that dropped off toward the street. Half the bank was covered with lavender vinka. The other half sloped at a different angle, as if the previous owners used it […]

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What makes a bully?

July 10, 2011

For Audio I used to live near this woman named Melanie. Melanie’s girls were 3, 5, 8, and 10. For a while, every time my niece, Nicole, came to my house, she’d play with the 8 year old. Well, one morning, Nicole went over, hoping for some fun. She was back a minute later. She […]

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Brand new day

July 5, 2011

I was an overweight kid until tenth grade. I wish I could say I shrank in size then, but I didn’t. That was the year Ms. Gandy – my Lit teacher- made each of her students read three works by fifteen authors of our choosing. Aldous Huxley was one of the writers I picked and, […]

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Burr in the butt of technology

July 2, 2011

I was at work. My cell phone vibrated. I glanced to see who it was. My friend, Lilly,  was calling. She and her long-time mate had recently split and she was struggling. I was concerned. I picked up the phone and walked outside for privacy. After fifteen tear-filled minutes, I said, “Goodbye,”  promising to call […]

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