Stories & Poems & Thoughts (Oh My)

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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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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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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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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He pulled me back from the edge with its dizzying allure. I held him while he shook with decades’ worth of tears. We are enough for each other. That is ...
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My mother taught me to put a baseball bat by the bed, every night. “Security,” she said. I developed a good swing and love the sound of wood connecting. “Safe.” ...
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Around each new year, I think about something I want to continue into the next twelve months. 2018 was a year of pain and transition – some of it graceful ...
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Today the coffee machine got the better of me. It’s a Keurig and I’ve been able to avoid the creation for a while – I’m a French press kind of ...
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For thirty years, I have been a therapist helping people heal from horrific experiences. Then things, people, events, happen to reactivate traumas. The current political environment has opened old wounds, ...
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