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“I’ll bet ten bucks she can get all of it.”  Red Miller said. “Naw,” Elvin Jones takes a swig of his Miller Lite. “It’s too windy. She has a lot of socks and little things.” “I bet she can get everything but the afghan blanket. It’s huge.” Roger Zimmerman took a sip of his beer,… Continue reading The Game of Laundry

She came unexpected, in reverse. Out of nowhere her car slid down the hill, backwards. She sat behind the wheel in her four-door grey Buick, driving down the dead-end dirt road. She wore a twisted straw cowboy hat that sat wonky on her long grey hair. Her words were mumbles and quiet rants. “….Keep them… Continue reading She Came Unexpected, in Reverse

“You look so sad.” “I am.” “Why?” “The world is a scary place, where some people do really bad things and I don’t know why. We are losing some of the worlds greatest people and we will never experience their greatest potential. This makes me sadder than I have ever been. I’m very angry and… Continue reading Untitled

“What in the heck happened?” I said in a state of panic. “Where’s the roof to the hoop-house and better yet, why are you up there in the rafters?” “What?” Ga Nomē said. “I thought the roof was retractable. Hmm.” “No, it’s not retractable.” The entire roof is torn off in one forty-foot by twenty-foot… Continue reading We All Hurt

This will be a summer piece with stories from the hoop house. I have a garden gnome and in his strange way he keeps me company. Here is the first installment. My goal is to post once a week throughout the summer, a small piece under 3oo words. I hope you enjoy it and its… Continue reading Mr. Gnome

I have devoted the majority of my years caring for children or raising them.  The years spent with kids have been a humbling experience. One can learn a lot from time around them. I have seen all the fads. When I started babysitting as a teen, spanking had been the norm. I could never bring… Continue reading Village

April is National Poetry Month. I have said it before and I'll say it again, I am not a very good poet. However, I relish the challenge. Float It’s my second favorite dream when            Dancing. The rhythm of the music frolics with my feet             Perfectly. Lost in the sound, it’s just me and… Continue reading Float

Leslie drove into the drive of her parent’s summer home on Lake Superior. Ten miles between two small towns and a great view of the lake, it had been her favorite place to visit. The family did this weekend every September. She could see the cars of her three kids and her parents’ car had… Continue reading And She Signed Her Name

I turned fifty-four today. I remember years ago becoming panicked and terrified at the age of being anything fifty. One night, years ago, lying in bed next to my hot college boyfriend I thought about this time in my life. Surely old people don’t have nights like we just had.  We stayed out until the… Continue reading Sexy at Fifty-Four

The song, Turn the Page, by Bob Seger, is the inspiration for this short story. It came on while doing dishes and staring out the kitchen window. I swear, I get my best ideas while doing the dishes! I have started it many times only to scrap it altogether, until recently. I decided to give… Continue reading The Final Encore