Category: Creative writing
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A Polski Christmas: On the Verge
It was a time when Polak jokes ran rampant and I didn’t want to be one of them. As a kid, I found my Polish heritage to be a source of embarrassment rather than pride. Our neighbors were the Butlers, the Johnsons, the Millers, and the Jacksons. My surname stood apart in its wild morphing…
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Conversations With Colleen: Meet Author, Susan M. Shuman
Hello everyone! This week, I’m thrilled to bring you author, Susan M. Shuman. I asked her to pick three or four questions from my huge list HERE. We all aspire to be successful authors, and the best way to learn some tricks of the trade is to ask questions. First, please meet my guest, Susan…
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The Stars
All dressed-up and somewhere to go: A ‘woodsy’ at Tucker Lake— with that dreamy football star. Full moon, full kegs; twinkling stars and a gleam in his eye. Now, I’m hiding a baby-bump and he’s hiding from me. The stars. They lied.
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Candle Mustard
The mail carrier had come early that day, and Melissa rushed out to see what he’d brought. There was a shiny looking envelope hand-lettered in magenta Candle Mustard — their signature font. “Oh, God,” she mumbled. “Not another damn Sublimity Party.” Sure enough, it was. And for that coming Saturday, no less. “Crap! I’m so…
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Chasya & Samar
On her knees and white-knuckling the porcelain bowl, Samar awaited the next surge of morning sickness to spew forth. In the kitchen, Abdul was shrieking at one of his buddies on the prepaid cell phone she’d purchased for him at Wal-Mart yesterday. “Pray God my baby isn’t a boy,” she implored and wretched the remainder…
aka, The Abject Muse 