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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: September 2009
Shelley Szajner and I began our blogs at the same time and she does some awesome work with interpreting messages and symbolism of animals. I am going to let her tell us about deer and the messages they bring. After you have finished reading this post, go on over to Shelley’s site and see her other posts. She is a gifted and enlightened writer.
Oh, dear, a mouse in the house saves nine? That is a mixed thought, a warning, really. I think it is actually said that for every mouse you happen to see, there are nine others just like it loose in your house.
A mouse is one of my totem animals by choice. It sits on my left or right with a turtle, my other totem on the other side. I chose these and cannot recall what I must have been thinking.
A long time ago, in another life, in a trailer house with barely one child and an alcoholic borderline mate. Yes, I chose that, too and I don’t know why. Back to complete that thought – I saw a mouse in the bathroom/laundry room. It was small and cute and probably hungry. I put bread out for it.
Our family made a ‘Thank-ful Tree.’ We cut out construction paper leaves and print our ‘thank-ful fors’ and glue them on the paper.
People all over town and the next town and the next, greet me by name. I nod, ask how they have been and rummage through my mind with questions. Is this a student? Did I marry this person? Are we related? Do they just know who I am for obvious reasons?
Not only did they replace the sign, it appears they restriped the lot and tightened down the neighboring sign.
It took some time, and I gave up on the issue in fear of becoming a victim. But, it is done and I am pleased.
I was ten months old when I was diagnosed. After my second round in traction for femur fractures, the doctor advised my parents to take me home but try not to get too attached.
A person with brittle bones disease, osteogenesis imperfecta, OI, can look like every other person or they can present as extremely small, distorted and very disabled. It really has no rhyme or reason. It is a collagen disorder and can appear in a family seemingly at random.