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In the interest of saving my friends and family from the daily onslaught of my various musings, I decided to try my hand at blogging again. I also hope that this site will be a platform for my future writing endeavors–maybe some samples or chapter teases, who knows? So here we go. Hang on. ItContinue reading “Here we are”

Caught Between the Sun and Moon The cold earth would not remember him. That was left to me. Alone, I sat on his grave; bewilderment and anger filtered through packed soil. A dirt fractured voice, I heard, betrayed by flesh and desire. His one true love lay between us solid and silent, encased in steelContinue reading “An Old Flash of Story”

In a room inside a government building in Waterbury, CT, members of my family and I once again faced the man responsible for the deaths of my mother and aunt. We sat on a side of the room, perpendicular to the long table where the three members of the parole board sat. At the frontContinue reading “Parole”

It’s a new year and I felt it was the perfect time for a new start. So what is my intention with this revised platform? Well, I have to admit, after lots of soul-searching, self-depreciating thought, where I questioned my purpose, my desire to write, and fought with my inner narcissist, I decided to letContinue reading “I’m Back.”

After much thought and consideration, I have finally concluded that the recent issue between Tucker and I is entirely his fault. Was it only scant months ago, when the sun was warm and the days were long, that I laughingly mentioned my “racehorse’s” lack of motivation? I made fun of the fact that a MorganContinue reading “Pony Possession”

Fifteen minutes. That is the extent of my “spare” time this morning. I’ve been busy. And I have written some blog posts, but…I haven’t posted them.They are horrible. I don’t like them. Not at all. I was trying to be funny and fell flat on my literary face. A little bumped and bruised in theContinue reading “Popping in to Say Hello”

Her name is Velvet. She is 14.3hands(or 59 inches at the shoulder), a lovely deep brown- so deep it should be called black, with a long flowing mane and tail; she is an excellent example of her breed: the Morgan Horse. You know…Justin Morgan had a horse. Yeah I drank too much of the Kool-AidContinue reading “Lovely Day for a…Power Walk?”

I’m feeling a bit peckish today. I’ve been having a bit of trouble sleeping lately, for many reasons-overtired, reading good book, mulling over good writing ideas, a dog who likes to sleep with his hind feet toward my face and frequently stretches, another dog who insists he must pinion my legs, too hot, too cold,Continue reading “Why My Office is in the Barn!”