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one hundred words.

God, I am such a sentimental sap!  Her shoulders rose and fell with her sigh. She knew he was there. She could feel his heart pounding the whole time. Holding his breath, he stared as she slowly turned around. His hand … Continue reading

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he had me at latte.

I have two children and one husband. So, three children. Cartoon Network (CN) is the most watched network in our home. While the shows (except for the Adult Swim block) are generally aimed at kids, some have distinct adult-appeal as … Continue reading

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he didn’t come for coffee.

A little snippet from a larger story I’ve been working on… forever… {At dinner with friends…} “You love that I have great taste in wine… and food…” Abby shook her head. “And friends, I suppose,” she added with an eye … Continue reading

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relocation.

The assignment was to spend some time in nature and write something — anything — that nature inspired. I don’t like bugs or itchy grass on my feet or West Nile virus or Lyme disease. I confess, except for taking a nice walk … Continue reading

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writing not writing.

Before I was downsized, I had less time to write. And I hated it. Some nights I would stay up far too late writing because I had to. And I’d go to work after a mere 5 hours of sleep… which … Continue reading

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a most important letter.

Dear Santa, I have a short list this year — just four requests. I know you’re a busy man and even just my small list is asking for too much. But I haven’t asked for anything for years… and I … Continue reading

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everybody else.

Some days, I want to be everybody else. "Why is writing so much harder for me than it is for everybody else?" — every novelist ever, secretly to themselves, all the time — Lev Grossman (@leverus) April 28, 2015 I … Continue reading

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headspace.

I used to write sitting at a gorgeous 60-year-old mahogany desk, carefully and expertly handcrafted by my late grandfather-in-law. It was nestled in the corner of our spare room. I would type away into the night. A big cozy chair beside … Continue reading

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