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If I Should Die
Peyton Farley has settled into a new life in southwest Montana. Research and fact checking for a local newspaper is a perfectly safe job, or is it? One morning, Peyton awakens and finds a strange man in lace up work boots who is bleeding out on her kitchen floor. As Peyton calls 911 from her bedroom, someone is stealing the body.
Milk Carton People
Milk Carton People is a paranormal thriller about people who suddenly find themselves invisible, able to observe things but unable to participate. Do they go mad? Maybe they find others. It is quite possible that there is no point in being invisible.
Monthly Archives: June 2009
That evening I went into the bedroom, did a mouse in the bed check, got comfy and took out the real book, made of real paper. Attached to the book was the most amazing bit of McGyver-ism I have ever seen.
I called my son in to see if he had anything to do with the melding of technology. Then I called my darling husband in for his opinion. Neither of them admitted to doing it, so it had to be the cat, the turtle, the parrot, the service dog or me. Since the animals do not have thumbs, I am going to accept that the fixer of lights is none other than the user of sleep meds.
A Life Less Lived
A bedraggled plant sits on a windowsill like the first line of an unfinished poem. A leaf flutters to the sill in silent testament to a life less lived. A body identified as Mrs. Campbell was discovered this morning after a mail carrier reported a suspicious odor coming from this small house at 137 West Port Avenue.
Inside, the tidy house is sparsely furnished and the cupboards are bare. The refrigerator
There is one more photo I need to get, who knew finding a picture of a bloody kitchen floor, complete with contact stains on the cabinet doors and a blood soaked tea towel was so hard to find?
Did you know that thirty to forty percent of elective angioplasties, spinal fusions, knee and hip replacements are not necessary? Actually, that smattering of statistics didn’t bother me as much as the word elective. It is hard to believe insurance companies approve these procedures. It is hard to believe that consumers of health care want these things. It is hard to believe doctors are suggesting these things. What motivates this unbelievable cycle of major medical consumption?
I am using a smart phone at the moment and it does more in three ounces than the Vic 20 or even the 486 did on their best days. I can play games, read email, send text messages, buy things, record ideas, keep a shopping list, get reminders of birthdays and appointments, watch television, go to u-tube, listen to music, take pictures, edit the pictures, email the pictures, I can read and create documents, edit documents, I read the Wall Street Journal and our local newspaper and have a complete library of classic literature that I can read anywhere. Did I mention I can make and receive phone calls?