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u guessed canned tomatoes, cabbage, or grapefruit (Canned Love)
No one suggested beans, which can make you toot
You supposed soups, sprouts, oranges or sauerkraut
I’m tickled by the guess of pickles, have no doubt.
Canned Love
As I placed my head on the pillow to sleep, I suddenly thought about Artie. My heart choked up as if something was squeezing it, hard.
The pain pushed the blood, salt, and tears out of my soul.
I rose out of bed, realizing that sleep was impossible, and walked quietly, almost hypnotically, over to the master bath. What I needed was a good long soak in the tub . . . Continue reading
Meet Guest Author Pamela S. Wight…
I am honored to be a guest author on Chris the Reading Ape’s Blog this week. My Secret is OUT.
I secretly enjoy reading . . .
oh, I can’t say . . .
Well, I’ve got to admit it . . .
I refuse to be ashamed of the fact that of all the genres I read, of all the authors I respect and sometimes try to emulate, of all the literary, historical, suspense and contemporary fiction I read, what I most enjoy is . . .
Women’s Fiction.
I fought this knowledge for a long time.
Even when I, myself, published two books that can be categorized as “women’s fiction.”
Instead, I call the genre of my novels “romantic suspense,” both words being true.
But basically, I write women’s fiction.
Why should that be embarrassing or shameful? How horrible, that I have been sucked into the male-dominated literary power structure of believing that books written for, by, and about women are somehow… LESS.
A close friend recently attended…
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For the Birds …. and YOU
©Shelley Steinle, illustrator, Birds of Paradise.
Have you heard the news? Continue reading
The Big Butt Excuse
“One of my first memories occurred when I was a three-year-old, sitting on my aunt’s lap.
I burped.
“Excuse me,” I said politely.
She laughed so hard I bounced out of her seat. I was offended. Isn’t that what I was supposed to say? Continue reading
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