No Resurrection Without a Death

For quite some time now I have dreamed of three things. Completing a novel and seeing it published. Spending two months in Ireland. Purchasing a home suitable to run an Air B&B. In December, 2016 I completed my first novel. It is currently in the editing stage and I hope to submit it to a publisher …

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Because, blindsided.

December 22, 2014 I did what I promised her I wouldn't. But, please, let me explain. Friday was the first anniversary of my sister's death. I had talked to my parents the day before and they planned to take my other siblings plus my sister's husband out for dinner to all be together. Friday evening …

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Season for Remembering

This past weekend I finally got around to pulling out my winter clothes and putting all that is summer away. November 1 seems kind of late in the year for that, but I am always thankful when the warmer weather hangs around a bit longer, so, no complaints here. One of the items in my …

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Wind Surfing and Wedding Crashing

September 27, 2014, three Saturdays before my eldest daughter's wedding, I sat on my side porch enjoying breakfast and a hot cup of black coffee, while pondering my very long to-do list. It was a windy morning, windier than usual, and looking up, I saw a hawk soaring just above my head. With no need …

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Winging It

For my Sister, who I will always remember as Peter Pan.   Two winding roads brought us here with twists and turns unexpected   Like ribbons intertwined our paths would cross until   Separately we traveled each path’s distance unknown   One winding road leads me on with bends and forks unforeseen   My path’s …

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Why I did NOT write a story for last week’s Friday Fictioneers

A couple of weeks back, after a conversation with my Mom about her grieving process (if you don't know, we lost my Sister December 19, 2013), I suddenly had the strange feeling that 4+ months into this gig, I had not even begun to grieve her passing. Never mind the stuff I've written about her …

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