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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: April 2011
Her closet is nearly empty. She doesn’t have much in the way of hanging clothes. Two pairs of shoes, one pair of running shoes and one pair of dark dress shoes. A simple black dress hangs with a summer printed sundress. Most of her clothes are in a dresser. Today, she reaches into the closet and takes the summer dress and simple shoes. She slips the dress on over her head and shrugs it into place where the skirt part settles over her narrow hips. She toes on the shoes and fluffs her hair in front of a full length mirror. She leans in to check her mascara and leaves the room without a trace. Continue reading
After my DH grew tired of the St. Louis news, I opened a novella called the Holocaust Opera by Mark Edward Hall. I set the K2 to read this out loud to me. With the very good forward to the novella behind us and several pages into the story my gender senses began tingling. My son, as though reading my mind asks if the narrator is supposed to be a man’s voice. After the first person narrator took a shower, powdered up and put on heels, we were still thinking she could be a guy. I have to add here that with the dog fetching, DH chatting about awakening his motorcycle and my son plunking at the milk carton, the gender of the main character in the Holocaust Opera might well have been defined for us shortly after the closing of the forward comments. Continue reading
The sky is lit by a new moon in the old moon’s arms. The wind blows clouds and stirs the water into choppy waves and lifts some of the woman’s hair. Moonlight glints from the swords she holds. Her arms are crossed at the wrists. She sits barefoot on stones in a nightdress, her back to the weather. This woman wears a blindfold. Continue reading
We know it is springtime in Montana because the overnight warming shelter for our local homeless people has closed until next fall. We also know it is springtime because the voles are out and the grass hasn’t grown high enough to hide their trails. A third sign of springtime is the arrival and withdrawal of Robins.
Our winters begin much too early and drag on far too long. I have season envy when I see the cherry blossoms in Washington, D. C. and my Facebook friends post updates about putting their gardens in. It can and will be snowing and freezing here until late next month.
We don’t really have springtime here, we have Winter and July. At the moment we are simply experiencing a general thawing. A reluctant warming trend. Springtime is hitting nature’s snooze button.
I know, you all think I should stop complaining, after all, I am not homeless, I am not a vole and I have no naked, noisy mouths calling out for morning frozen worms.
Okay, I’ll stop, maybe I can plan the flower garden that I plant each May. I’ll check the pot of moss we tucked in the breezeway over the winter. I can organize the tools, empty some pots and buy some soil. Then I can put on a coat and some gloves and shiver on my front porch.
Don’t forget to enter my April Contest and don’t touch anything sharp!
I took a square sheet of paper and wrote my phone number for him. To this day, seventeen years later, he still carries that number. Sweet, right? Continue reading
I guess the issues I have with selling discount food in a department store have been replaced by the issues I have with such lazy selling of pot in a department store, unless he wants to park his little girls next to the pharmacy. Continue reading
It is April 7th. Eternal Press released eight new titles today. It is snowing outside. We uprooted the turtle and put her in a bowl of warm water.
A few days ago I discovered my insurance company dumped me at the end of the year and now I have to pay for my gym membership.
On the first, my darling husband left me a thermos filled with clear coffee.
This contest will run from April First until April 30, 2011. The winner’s name will be drawn as usual by my favorite non-reading grandson, Jeepers, from my dusty NaNoWriMo lead painted so no one drinks from it, Mug. The winning name will receive an Amazon Gift Card valued at $20.00 US Dollars. Continue reading