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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
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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
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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…
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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
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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…
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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.
Silence Killed The Dinosaurs 