Stories & Poems & Thoughts (Oh My)

At the Table

Tonight, we moved furniture before the State of the Union speech. My pink table, a Formica, chrome-edged find from the 50s, is now behind the sofa. The newly finished, 33-year-old ...
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The Secret Heart (Gardens/Heart – Pt 5)

In summary—Hubby transplanted poison ivy around the house and onto my body. I startled a nurse. We saved my neighbor’s house from burning down, but to our collective horror and ...
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Pants, Fire, and Neighbors (Garden/Heart – Pt 4)

To recap—I’m about to receive a needle full of stuff from a supposed nurse to medicate my well-exposed rash from Rod’s, dear hubby’s, transplanted poison ivy. I am on the ...
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A Garden Scrum (Gardens/Hearts – Pt 3)

To recap – Rod, the rogue poison ivy transplanter, had just returned home to find my derriere covered in a rash. Straining for a looksie, I fell into the tub ...
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Guns and Gardens (Gardens hold our Hearts – Pt 2)

To recap— Rod, now deceased hubby-dear, had been transplanting what he thought was a “pretty vine” throughout my garden in a historic neighborhood with an ever-watchful garden society. Rod phoned ...
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Gardens hold our Hearts

The balcony of my new house looks out over a long side garden, shaggy with neglect but blooming with memories—memories of love and surprise and greenery. I am immediately swept ...
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Scratched by my Muse

My name is Wilhelmina. I didn't pick the name -- my new caretaker did. She said to her father, "Meet your new grandchild! I named her after your mom." Do ...
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Speed Dating for Literary Agents

Two weekends ago, through a fog of not-yet diagnosed bacterial pneumonia, I went to my first writers’ conference pitch session. Think about speed dating in hell with a lot more ...
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Author. Crank? Spanker???

I cannot stress enough the importance of editing your work. Let me give you an example. Excited and terrified in equal parts by the prospect of my first writer’s conference, ...
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What Mom Taught Me About Love

No one can say that us kids had an easy time of it when my parents were married. They were bitter enemies sniping at each other across trenches filled with ...
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