SILENCE A soft and downy, drowsy day; The sky is furry, blurry gray, No wind to blow the snow away In patches. The trees are draped in frozen lace; The meadow is an arctic place, And house and barn, with wintry grace, Wear thatches. –Blanche
Jan 18, 2023
Where Are You, Portia?
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They used to be on shelves in groceries stores: True Story, True Romance, etc., etc. I don’t see them there any more. When I was a pre-teen and a young teenager, those magazines were taboo. My mother would never let me read one, so I didn’t really know what was inside; I only knew it wasn’t […]
Jan 2, 2023
Does a Writer Resolve?
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These resolutions are from a few years back, but they are still semi-appropriate. These writing resolutions are strictly my own and are not suggestions for other writers to follow unless, of course, the proverbial shoe fits. I firmly resolve and forswear to work hard at sharpening my writing skills by never, ever writing run-on sentences […]
Dec 16, 2022
Facts Are Facts and Fiction is …
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Remember the old, black and white TV series, Dragnet and the phrase, “Just the facts, Ma’am.” This unflappable team of Jack Webb and Harry Morgan spent a whole thirty minutes ferreting out the bad guys and getting to the facts of the case. But, fiction writers can have fun fiddlin’ with the facts. In writing By […]
Dec 10, 2022
The Race Car Driver
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It was all Annabelle’s fault. I bear no responsibility for it. But, here we sat, Annabelle and I, on hard wood chairs in the sheriff’s office trying to explain our way out of an incredible mess. It didn’t help any that several red-faced, angry men lined the wall and their ferocious glares were all directed […]
