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Monday Listicles: 10 Names I Would Have Named Myself

January 27, 2014

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I’m linking up with  Northwest Mommy‘s Monday Listicles.  I’ve previously written about my name here as well. I hope you enjoy! ——————– 10 Names I Would Have Named Myself 1. Venus.  Because being able to take this picture is rad. 2. Venus. Because having to respond a lot to, “Is your brother Uranus?” builds character. […]

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100 Word Song: Take to the Sky

January 23, 2014

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He loved her.  She was pretty sure he loved her. Yes, he must love her, or he wouldn’t be here now, stroking her hair. as if she were a dog kicked as if she were his dog, then soothed through whimpers What if he left? It seemed she was always getting in his way, bringing […]

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100 Word Songs: Just Like Starting Over

January 15, 2014

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**We rejoin Tom at the beach for this 100 Word Song entry.  Catch up on Tom and Shelley here.** Dead?  The word had no meaning, yet, to Tom; death was abstract.  But Shelley was real.  Real, here, in front of him, radiating a palpable, gut-churning fear that made him wish, for the briefest instant, that […]

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100 Word Songs: The Stranger

August 22, 2012

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***Read the previous episode of Tom and Shelly here*** “I just can’t remember…” her voice trailed off, chasing the breeze. Tom did a golden retriever head-tilt. “You remember at least a bit, or you wouldn’t be this scared.” He watched as something subtle vacated Shelley’s face, a part of her retreating from his statement of […]

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Wordless Wednesdays: Big man, little man

April 11, 2012

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Ok.  It’s not the world’s best photo, I know.  It was taken through a dirty window and bug screen, on a phone, and M and G were already quite far away when I got the shot so I had to blow it up.  But crappy photo quality or no, this picture of my two men […]

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100 Word Songs: Breaking the Girl

March 28, 2012

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Tears from him. In that hotel room, in the dark. Unmanning me. “I can’t… just can’t!” His voice pleaded, pulling the sheets up, aborting the moment. Me, Munsch’s Scream, silent, gaping.  Not breathing. Pulse frenetic. I couldn’t hear.  Something about another girl, no — a woman. Another woman.  He loved us both. She in Ohio, […]

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