Category Archives: Priorities

Forever Changed

My son missed the bus. It was his second year in high school after having been home schooled since fourth grade. I was still homeschooling my two younger children. I would have to wake them up early to drive him … Continue reading

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The Defiant Pen

Three gifts for today. . .     274. geese on open water in late November         275. a son’s safe journey home             276. the soft weight of a thousand prayers pressing in through the stitches of a            … Continue reading

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Scriptophilia (and Harold) made me do it

Confession? I quit NaNoWriMo. Wednesday, November 15 was my last day. I wrote (and fudged and outlined and talked to myself on paper) for fifteen days and 24,002 words, and then I decided to stop kidding myself. I had (have) … Continue reading

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Phlox of Patience

“Weeds are flowers, too, once you get to know them.”~Winnie the Pooh It’s the middle of August. The garden phlox are out in abundance. When they were still growing tall and before they flowered and unleashed their glory, a friend … Continue reading

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Vanilla Days

(This story was read at the Litchfield Writers Guild Coffeehouse, June 14, 2017.) My college roommate dated a guy who would only eat smooth ice cream. No walnuts, chips, or chunks. John’s reasoning was he didn’t want roadblocks intruding on … Continue reading

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Electronic Roadkill

The phone lay smashed on the road. I stood there staring at the innards. Its back had been sheared off to reveal its guts. Eviscerated. I found myself paralyzed. Knowing, of course, this thing wasn’t alive but still not wanting … Continue reading

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On the Floor

I nearly trip over the guitar and the tubes of paint and the piles of clothes and the cords running like river tributaries on a map on my way to the bed to wake him up. I almost twist my … Continue reading

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