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13 Things That Scare An Author of Dark Fiction

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It's that spooky time of year when you peer behind your shoulder walking home through the woods at twilight and walk a bit faster to the safety of your door. (At least I do). Time to scare myself on purpose with haunted hayrides and watching my favorite Halloween movie, Sleepy Hollow with Johnny Depp. Although, I'm kinda loving Tom Mison as Ichabod Crane in the new Sleepy Hollow TV series, even though it's a mix of weirdness. I mean, you know stuff's got to be real when the Headless Horseman figures Read more [...]

Camping and Learning How to Smear

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My husband and son are camping this weekend with the Scouts. It got me thinking back to a camping trip I took 20 years ago when I was in college and a carefree, socially irresponsible thing. CAMPING 101 Whoever heard of Rocky Neck State Park? Until Brenda mentioned it, I hadn’t. It was 1993 and Brenda was my downstairs neighbor. We met in college. I helped her get an apartment in my building. We bitched about college. We shared coffee on Sunday mornings. And we went biking. But we’d Read more [...]

Want to be one of the Beautiful People? Or happy being you?

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BPs. Beautiful people. You know who they are. The ones who look gorgeous without a trace of makeup, perpetually a size two, gorgeous hair, and their skin looks airbrushed. They actually glide along, like on a cloud of beauty and grace, not of this Earth. I stumble along, an AP (average person). And 99% of the rest of us. Now being an AP doesn't mean that you aren't actually attractive, just that you don't have the golden glow of a BP. BPs have always been a mystery to me, mostly because Read more [...]

First loves? Nahh…how about first hates

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I read a great  post recently on the blog of the sweet Sia McKye titled First Loves. It got me thinking about my own first loves but also my own first hates (because I am not so sweet). First Teen Experience As a teen girl the fear of asking a boy to dance held the opportunity to be utterly crushed. My crush indeed crushed me. When I got up the nerve to ask him to dance it went like this: Me: W-would you like to d-dance? (stutter) Boy: I wouldn't dance with you if you wore a bag over your Read more [...]