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The Accidental Aardvark

Author Photo: Exceptionally rare and fine Bolt-Nosed Flying Pig (sus volantes, ictu nasum) In an old house, random is normal. There are creaks, sudden fails (and resumption of function), and things that happen on their own. Books fall off the library shelves and open to the section you need, skittering in the walls suddenly stops when… Continue reading The Accidental Aardvark

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Passion in the Writer, Passion in the Reader

Photo by Alex Mihis on “No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader.” — Robert Frost While you might be fascinated by your subject, impressed by the intricate plot you have woven, thinking is not enough to sustain meaningful, powerful story, whether it is… Continue reading Passion in the Writer, Passion in the Reader

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The Memory That Remains

Author photo, with temporary loan from generous, watchful dog It was one of the best meals I ever had. We were in Tuscany at a renowned restaurant with antique chestnut chairs and pine chests, wrought iron fixtures, attentive waitstaff, and starched white linens. Our day had been filled with driving, sightseeing, going wherever we wanted at… Continue reading The Memory That Remains

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Story Ghosts from NaNoWriMo Past…

Photo from pixabay on   This year’s NaNoWriMo novel is tucked safely to rest, but all is not quiet. It is noisy, raucous, rude, and rowdy with stories erupting, brawling, and pleading for me to choose them to work with next. The most pathetic and forlorn of the stories hover around the edges. Hanging… Continue reading Story Ghosts from NaNoWriMo Past…

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Ways to Thrive: Take the Dog for His Walk

Photo by Author, in direct violation of the walk promise   All it took was deliberate blobs of grape jelly. This perfect peanut butter and jelly sandwich was built the way my mother used to do it: accidental pockets of jelly in an otherwise carefully built sandwich. Raised during the Depression, she made school lunches the… Continue reading Ways to Thrive: Take the Dog for His Walk