Honesty
Apr 25, 2025

I used to have a different life in a different place. People knew me as a different person then. Also, this is not my real name. Also, this is not my real face. Also, when I was in my twenties…

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As little as I knew you
Apr 25, 2025

My first memory of my father is the day he came home from Germany in his crisp Air Force uniform. I was only four years old, had no idea who he was, but because my mother and grandparents (his parents)…

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Apr 25, 2025

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Pete #2
Apr 24, 2025

(This follows on what I've already sent.) Sarah nodded, and ran around to open the passenger door. I settled Joey into the truck, buckling his seat belt over the woolen throw. I went around to the driver’s side and started…

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Love speaks
Apr 24, 2025

Love doesn't always speak, sometimes it's an expression on someone's face. A year ago, he had to rescue me from a retreat center where I had had a medical emergency. In miles, the place was close to our house, but…

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Second Hurricane (rewrite 1)
Apr 24, 2025

The first hurricane, Eileen, was awful. It felt like everything we loved and knew went under. We were sheltered many miles away on the mainland and it took hours to find out about neighbors, family, friends. We were very fortunate…

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Nemi in Love
Apr 24, 2025

The Rassov Family mission had as much to do with love as it had to do with waging war on all the evil in the world……the Rassov Family mission was to love the world enough to wage war on all…

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Even in War, Love Speaks
Apr 24, 2025

I was in the line for bread, milk, and butter. Our line snaked around the factory lofts building that developers had painted gray when they renovated. My thin polyester T-shirt made little puckered tents of sweat in the heat. I…

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Pete #1
Apr 23, 2025

(Note: The beginning of another new character in my novel.) “Did you hear that?” Sarah said, her voice pulling me up from the deep place I’d been since my head hit the pillow. I’d spent close to 11 hours—every second…

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A tale unspun
Apr 23, 2025

It was the tale of why my parents moved us away from our hometown. We were the first family members in a few generations to do so. The tale was that we moved away because the factory workers at Sprague…

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Dropped
Apr 23, 2025

My older sister Dana, my only sibling, has been in therapy on and off for most of her life. She ‘acted out’ emotionally as early as age fourteen and by the time she was fifteen she was in therapy with…

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Apr 23, 2025

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