Silence Killed the Dinosaurs by Lucy Grove-Jones

Category: Stories

  • The Crepening

    The Crepening

    Crepe myrtles are trees that flower in late summer. Sorry if you already know that. I don’t like to assume people don’t know things, but if you don’t and I don’t say, then this story won’t make much sense. Besides, it’s a huge understatement. Saying crepe myrtles are trees that flower is like saying cats…

  • I Like Gardening

    I Like Gardening

    I have been doing something new and weird. I have been learning how to exist happily. Before I had my daughter, I spent four years dealing with infertility and having miscarriages. I was in survival mode. Before that, I spent four years with significant chronic fatigue syndrome. It ended my life and my future as…

  • Rejected

    Rejected

    When I started writing this novel, I made myself a deal that I would keep going until I got a rejection from a publisher. I was not allowed to give up before that…

  • A Tree Fell On My House

    A Tree Fell On My House

    (Yeah, I knit. What of it.) I was absolutely certain from the noise. It was like one of those radio noise-guessing shows where they play a sound and I call up and say ‘that noise was definitely a large branch from a gum tree cracking and breaking away from the main trunk and then crashing…

  • PTSD

    PTSD

    It isn’t over. I typed those words at the end of the long essay I wrote about my first two miscarriages, Expecting, the one thing I have written that drew some real attention. I know a few long term readers found me then. I remember a few comments about they would stick around to find…

  • Danger Boob. Breastfeeding Part 2

    Danger Boob. Breastfeeding Part 2

    I did not think I was the sort of person to give their boobs nicknames until I breastfed, but then each of them developed its own personality quirks and method of trying to kill me or my baby.

  • Got Milk? Breastfeeding Part 1

    Got Milk? Breastfeeding Part 1

    Nothing can prepare you for waking up in the soft, glowy morning after having your first child—that one in the little plastic-walled bassinet next to your bed, wrapped up like an angelic bug in a hospital baby blanket—to the brick-wall reality that you are definitely already doing everything wrong…

  • Lucy Ruins Everything And Says Fuck A Lot

    Lucy Ruins Everything And Says Fuck A Lot

    You may have noticed that my website looks a little different. Well, I’ve been thinking for a while I should jazz it up, and I was sifting through WordPress themes to see what my options were and think about what I was going to do. I figured, with a chronic illness and a one-year-old in…

  • Sweet Potato: Giving Birth After Multiple Miscarriages

    Sweet Potato: Giving Birth After Multiple Miscarriages

    Imagine a bath so big that I, a grown adult of average size, could float away. It was my partner’s job to hold on to my leg and keep me anchored as I dealt with the contractions through a mix of relaxing in hot water, watching Jurassic Park on my laptop (placed out of splash-range),…

  • Easter for Sadists, Part 2

    Easter for Sadists, Part 2

    So yeah. When I originally came up with the Cunning Plan, I did not expect that for Phase 3, the most important phase, the climax, the culmination of years of mildly-sadistic daydreaming, the bit that involved a lot of heavy lifting, that I would be …