Category: Stories
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A lesson in Creative Movement
I will admit right away that teaching three and four year olds creative movement has been one the most difficult things I have ever done. My first year teaching this class was one where I carried great expectation. Never anyone mind that these children were three and four, surely they are here to learn how […]
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He Died on a Bed.
When my brother died, I screamed everywhere. I screamed in my car, my house, anywhere I could and for up to an hour at a time. I read the memoir, “Once More we Saw Stars,” and felt a companionship to the writer as he described his screaming sessions after he lost his two year old […]
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Red Lipstick
“Talk to me,” he brushed the hair out of her face. She looked down, “No, you can never know.” He reached out to hold her but she pulled away. “ I don’t know what to do for you, I never knew how to make you happy.” Tears formed in his eyes, she could hear the […]
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Sticky-Attach-ments
At the end of your life, a few will suffer. The earth spins, it moves. It doesn’t care who is sad for those who are left behind. Grief is one of those emotions that sticks to the attached while the unattached go gloriously about their day. A sticky attachment. And for all of this attachment, […]
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Danny’s Tomb part 2
Two ladies grabbed the girls and took them to the back of the restaurant. Danny raged at Mary. He got so close to her face that the breath of his fries hit the tip of Mary’s nose. She didn’t budge. His anger pulsated through her body, she ignored the fear. “Danny if you hit me, […]
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Danny’s Tomb
He went off. There is no other way to say it, he lost his mind completely. He stood up from his chair, “We’re leaving, we’re leaving, come on girls we’re going.” “No you can’t,” she screamed. “You can’t take them.” The girls were crying now. Danny seized one of their arms, Mary pulled them back […]
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Lewis and Louise Part 4
Randall had the best luck. I liked to tell him God was watching over him even if he didn’t believe it. He could get out of more trouble than anyone I knew. The amount of times he burned his credit with careless mistakes like not paying for a phone bill and yet he still found […]
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Suicide over Coffee
I sat in the small cafe huddled in a corner, my mind was wrapped in thought. A woman from the gym named Tammy walked inside, her hair was up, she wore a mask. She was in line for a mid-morning brew before she headed back to work. She wore jeans with a striped shirt; her […]
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Lewis & Louise Part Three
Ring, ring, Randall: Grace its done, I’m done, I’m walking right now. She’s sleeping with some guy. I don’t know, can you come get me? Me: Randall I have your girls here, its two o clock in the morning. I can’t just leave them. Randall: There were guns, she’s crazy, I don’t know what I […]
I am Grace Louise 