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Here we are
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. It…
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An Old Flash of Story
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 steel…
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Parole
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 front…
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I’m Back.
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 let…
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Pony Possession
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 Morgan…
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Popping in to Say Hello
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 the…
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Lovely Day for a…Power Walk?
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-Aid…
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Why My Office is in the Barn!
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,…
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Rainy Days
Here it is the end of another schizophrenic weather day and I have yet to accomplish anything. It was raining and breezy, then sunny and humid. I took my backpack, weighed down by my computer and all the possibility it contains, to my office. My intention was to finish barn chores and write until lunch,…