memoir

Some didn’t understand. I did. She preferred darkness. This was where she went to disappear. That is where I found her. 

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fiction

 The ticking of a clock on the wall was the only sound in the room. He was trapped like the dead fly positioned between the dusty glass and bulb. 

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memoir

Write one perfect sentence, then another.  It was obvious. Jacquie was a resourceful woman. The girls’ outfits bragged of a mother with keen instincts, one who shopped the high end fabric rolls found in the discount bins. Clearly, Jacquie had a flair for design. Drapery toile on children and Voque details suggested an amateur nod […]

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memoir

Someone I loved once said, “make beautiful memories.” When it comes down to it, our memories with loved ones sustain and wrap us when we’re numb. Like an internal compass, memories guide us home. We’re in this game of life, together. To family, followers, and friends, near and far, I am grateful for your presence […]

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