In My Own Words
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Crazy Cat Lady; The Queen and Her People
After our abusive roommate moved out my son didn’t wait long to ask for another cat. An August evening in 2003 I gave in, and we went to the local…
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Crazy Cat Lady; The Roommate
The story of my second cat starts, of all places, at an all-night scrapbooking party in the fall of 2002. Me, my cousin, Hayley, and two friends, Piper and Mary,…
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Crazy Cat Lady; The Early Years.
When I was sixteen a ferrel cat that stalked around my grandparents neighborhood had a litter of kittens in their wood shed. Momma Cat was a grey short hair with…
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Crazy Cat Lady; Part One
Last night was Book Club night. Part of our conversation was about the book we’d read, part of it was about other topics. One other topic was a recently adopted…
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I Hope You Fly
I am living with addiction, but I am not the addict. I am the counterpoint in his story. A melody colliding with his chosen lyrics. Every addict has at least…
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A Snowball's Chance
So, I’m working on watching what I eat, trying to lose weight. I don’t always do well with this whole eating healthy thing. Mostly because I have a natural affinity…
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Trauma, Girls, and the Fiction Writer
As a writer of fiction, one of my main goals when writing a story is to create characters in a way that will make readers connect to them. Each person…
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His Journey Started With a Sunrise
“You should come take a picture of the sunrise.” It was 7:15 on a Monday morning I didn’t actually need to be up for. President’s Day. My office was closed…
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Broken – a poem
I’m broken. Can you see it? The cracks so thin. Darkness spiderwebbing across my skin I’m broken. Can you hear it? The silence so deep. Echos scream from corners, memories…
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Sunsets and Friends
Tonight’s book club included this view. And those are our less pretty mountains. 💜 (Photo by Piper Wise)