Letter To My Mother’s Murderer

Mother’s Day is quickly approaching, coincidentally, it is also my 30th birthday. As if that wasn’t frightening enough (childless + unmarried = spinster), I get to spend my birthday fighting back jealous thoughts about everyone else who gets to celebrate their amazing moms.   Dear knife wielding intruder, I’m sure you hardly think of her, […]

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Sentences, stories, structure, and SEX!!!!!

Sitting across from me, arms folded on the edge of the cluttered table, he sat calmly, or was it disinterested? I couldn’t tell. I’ve always over read these types of things. We were sharing a cup of sausage gravy and two browned Bob Evans biscuits which to me are better than sex. He likes his […]

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A picture is worth 1000 words, or hopefully 80,000

I have a story to tell. It’s all there, waiting for me to sort out the details and decide how much or how little to tell. It’s all there, waiting for me to compile its contents into neatly written chapters for others to consume. I still needed inspiration though, or maybe it’s inspiration peppered with […]

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Life is too short to…

You’ve all heard them, the cliche “life is too short to live someone else’s dream” (Hugh Hefner), “Life is too short to work so hard” (Vivien Leigh). One I read the other day “Life is too short to wait” hit me harder than a kickball to the head in 5th grade. Yes, I know, it’s […]

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