A Subdued Thanksgiving

I had a Thanksgiving post scheduled to go, yesterday. I pulled it at the last minute because it didn’t really fit my current mood. I’m not sure that it would have fit anybody’s current mood. I had a pretty mellow Thanksgiving this year. Just two of us, and not at Waffle House, either. All said

Death and the Pre-Published Author

I don’t know how I wound up talking about death last week. It’s not a topic that’s front and center on anybody’s mind in a pandem– Oh. Well, anyway, the topic turned to estate planning for unpublished and indie writers. Don’t get me wrong. I get the general idea. It’s just that once I finish

StoryTime Blog Hop: April 2019

Something Different Emma May Barnes never would have noticed she was dead, if one of the other ladies hadn’t pulled her aside. “Pardon me,” the woman said, as if she were going to mention that Emma May’s slip was showing, “There’s no good way to say this…” Emma May’s slip was not showing, and her

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