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Happy Birthday to me. And to Rebecca, and to Barbara Kingsolver.

"High tide! Time to move out into the glorious debris. Time to take this life for what it is!" -Barbara Kingsolver It's raining today, and cold, and birthdays are great. Even this one, which is mostly marked by leaving work to pick a sick boy up from school. Luckily, he's not that sick. And a… Continue reading Happy Birthday to me. And to Rebecca, and to Barbara Kingsolver.

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Mute

Here's a short story I wrote. Actually it's the first chapter of a novel I've given up on. It was previously published on an online literary site I should've researched more thoroughly before submitting to. Mute Twenty years later, Samantha wouldn't remember his face. She wouldn't remember the slight cleft in his upper lip, or… Continue reading Mute