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Storm I never realized that the high rise downtown held the Federal Courthouse, art, poetry, and historic displays. There are … Continue reading Storm
Storm I never realized that the high rise downtown held the Federal Courthouse, art, poetry, and historic displays. There are … Continue reading Storm
I started writing this post a week ago while I was visiting my kids in Southern California. OK, just the … Continue reading What We’re Talking About Today (with my kids)
I don’t remember why Teddy wanted to go to Verona. Maybe it was the Roman ruins or the colorful buildings. … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Star Crossed
There was a room full of books in the back of the Elder’s farmhouse. The adults would be gathered and I’d … Continue reading Secret Lives and Private Stories
Tonight the wind is howling and blowing like a hurricane. Unfortunately it gave me a Scorpions ear worm. This afternoon … Continue reading Howling Wind
Lighthouse A story I’ve told before. I will tell it again tonight. 1880 He’d been found in the ocean, wearing … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Lighthouse
Cold Hands, Warm Hearts My eldest brother Max (10 years my senior) had asked his best friend Teddy to escort … Continue reading Cold Hands, Warm Heart
It wasn’t as if Andy had planned on being locked in a basement. No windows. It wasn’t like he’d turn … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Prisoner of Love