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At a glance it’s obvious how much I love books. My bookshelf is home to an eclectic mix of sizes, styles and topics from knitting and cooking to organizing and creating money. Some books stand straight and tall, proudly leaning against one another, holding each other up. Others have toppled over laying on their sides. Over the years, we’ve shared a townhouse, a ranch home, a single-family house, two-story and an apartment. Some have not…

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Ashes to Dust: Scents of a Past Life

I smelled a familiar scent today, a scent that ushered me aboard a time machine and skidded to a stop in July of 1989. The planes and cars have taken everyone back home. But I’m already at home, trying to make sense of having found Daddy dead on the bathroom floor. I strain to reconstruct his voice, but I can’t hear it. I read a note but can’t remember the way he held the pen…

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Longing to Belong

Although South First Road was a dead-end street, it was alive with families and kids – all boys except for me. When I looked at my boy friends, I saw racing partners rather than potential life partners. We played hard and whatever they could do, I could…almost do, especially when it snowed. Usually when the snow fell, we’d ride our sleds down the hill, our butts balanced squarely in the middle of the wooden planks….

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Pseudonym

I’ve jumped on the #cnftweet bandwagon. Memoir? Micro-mini? Short and sweet? A Creative Nonfiction dare to tell a true story in 130 characters or fewer and tweet them? I couldn’t help myself. Apparently I’m late to the party since Creative Nonfiction’s Tiny Truth Contest has been going on for about 4 years. But better late than never. The only thing was that it just didn’t feel comfy writing under my usual twitter handle. So I…

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What’s Your Story

Have you ever thought about the story of your life? Is there a recurring theme that drives you? Maybe it’s me. ‘Cause I think about this kind of stuff all the time. And when I’m paying attention, I see how my story shows up. Some stories work and some are a jumbled up hot mess in need of a red pen and a re-write like: Relationships–My father always told me to find someone who loves…

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