The Search for a Resentment-Free Gift

Wrapped gifts

  Choosing Christmas gifts for most people on my list is a joy. From time to time, though, I confess to a little resentment. Not at all the right spirit, I’m afraid. So for all…

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The Alarm Jarred Me Awake

Line of Alarm Clocks

Ever feel like you’re behind and can never catch up? Here’s a short story you may relate to. I let out a sigh when I see the flashing lights in my rear-view mirror. Seriously? I…

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Falling Down to the Stars


In the spirit of not passing up an adventure, I entered The Write Practice’s Fall Writing Contest. Even though writing short stories is tough for me. Maybe my mind is just too complicated (or I…

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In the Valley

Short Fiction In the Valley

Just a short piece of fiction for your reading pleasure… Eric rolled down his window to spit his gum out and nearly ran over a rattlesnake. He swerved to miss the slithering reptile, clenching the…

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The Secrets of the Mud Room Part 2


This week I’ve got the conclusion of The Secrets of the Mud Room. Enjoy! The neighbor kids had their own ideas. When we were small, their thoughts centered on toys. One thought she kept all…

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The Secrets of the Mud Room Part 1


This week I’m sharing with you the first installment of a short story I wrote for my writer’s group. They got a chuckle out of it. Hope you do, too! The Secrets of the Mud…

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About Face


  Here’s a short piece I wrote in response to the prompt “About face.” I’m beginning to think this could be the start of a novel. What do you think? About Face Jenny never could…

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Misperceptions


    A short story about a family argument that started because one person’s perception of the other was wrong. The argument started simply enough. “Now don’t be mad at me,” she said. You know…

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There was a Knock at the Door


  This month my writer’s group chose “there was a knock at the door” for our writing prompt. For some reason, my mind went to a foggy night. Enjoy! The mist rose, slowly advancing, blotting…

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As the Year Ends


    My writing group holds a poetry contest each year. The rules are simple: write a poem on a given theme. This year’s theme is “Holidays.” This is what I came up with: As…

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