Evelyn hadn’t seen Steve in over 25 years. They’d dated in high school. He was the cool jock; you know the type. Mussed up hair, tight grungy jeans, a permanent smirk on his handsome face. Evelyn was the goody-good cheerleader, top grades, anxious about getting into the “right” school. Continue reading
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Green Hope
“‘Be Bop a Lula,’” he says.
“What?”
“That’s her name, ‘Be Bop a Lula.’”
Jill inwardly rolls her eyes. Jason has been softly pushing her for more during the last year. More time together, more intimacy, more thoughts of moving in together. She’s a ‘less is more’ kind of woman. At least, that’s what she’s become.
“Why is that the plant’s name?” Jill asks, pointing to the hanging plant in his hand. Continue reading
Living with the Frilly Side Up
So many times in my youth I felt awkward, in so many ways. But I’ll start with the first indication that for my entire life I’d be …. awkward. Continue reading
You’re Not Going to Believe This
In Section II, Fun Family Drama
No, you may not believe that I – a writer, an author, a consummate reader – rarely (as in hardly ever) read the reviews of my books. How gauche. How extremely weird. Or, you may say, how cowardly.
But when I wrote Flashes of Life (my latest, now a little over a year old) it was nearest and dearest to my writing heart because it’s …. memoir. Fortunately for my readers, it’s flash memoir, which means you can sit outside on the front porch in your rocking chair, and within five sips of your iced tea (or Diet Coke, or lemonade, or beer if it’s almost sunset) you’ll have finished one of my stories in this flash(y) compilation of my life’s anecdotes. 
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It Shouldn’t Work That Way
Remember how I told you I didn’t want to live with you? I needed my own space, my own home before I made one with you.
I meant it.
But you didn’t believe me. Or, you believed me, but you needed me to make a home with you. To create a space together. Continue reading
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