memoir

The Library’s Secret

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I love this library for many reasons, but one is the beautiful windows with stained glass art filtering sunlight into magical rays.

Today, I browse the aisles happily while the sun beams prism-like patterns on the books. What do I feel like reading today? Historical fiction, mystery, romance? But weirdly I feel lost suddenly. Which aisle am I meandering in? I don’t recognize this one, and I know the library backwards and forth.

But now, I don’t see a beginning behind me nor an end in front. Or would it be the end of the aisle and the beginning in front?

No matter, fortunately I see a glint of light ahead and race toward the narrow window I never noticed before. A stained-glass portrait of a woman of indeterminate age hangs from the window. She has blondish hair and blue-green eyes that seem to stare at me. She reminds me of someone, but who? I am getting freaked out!

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You’re Not Going to Believe This

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flashes of life, memoir, family, three kids

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. memoir, flash, life Continue reading →

The Extra Guest: A Titled Story

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titled story, unwanted guest, extra guestTina is The New Girl and, according to Thomas – The One to Watch. How she made it on The Guest List is anyone’s guess. Even though Every Note (Tina) Played on the cello is sweeter than summer, more revealing than The Light Through the Leaves, she’s the reason for all of the Anxious People at the wedding.

What makes her so frightening? anxious people, uninvited guest

Unlike others, unlike everyone, actually, Tina has no Tiny Imperfections. She can never be Tina, Lost in a Crowd, because she’s too singular, too stunning, like The Last Fallen Star gracing Earth. Continue reading →