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Same Kind Of Different

I went to my first writer’s conference, ever, the week before last. Probably should have started with a structured writer’s group....

One Day, Day One

Food for thought: Nothing changes until something changes. Hesitation kills. Take the shot. After all catastrophic changes comes a new...

Hazelhurst Drive

The house still looks the same as it does in the earliest memories I have of it. They’ve taken down a few trees and added a carport, but...

Corners Of My Mind

My words were difficult to read, he said. “They’re not exactly a picnic to write,” I answered.  “But if you really want to see what’s in...

Where Would Mom Put The Lions?

Recently, I added a trip to my bucket list that will take me back to every place I have ever lived.  I’ll need like two months and...

Disarmed, Continued

She was their leader… He backed up a step and contemplated what would happen if he turned around and took the stairs two by two, and just...

Disarm

He descended the steps to the basement timidly, each footfall an echo of winter on cold concrete.  As he reached for the doorknob, the...