Rainy Day Writing

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Category Archives: Creative Non-Fiction

The Dry Years

It’s hot this summer. Too hot. Like hide in the house with the air conditioning on hot. I hate that. I grew up on the East Coast and my memories of summer are of being really hot, really sweaty and really burned out most of the time. As a kid, my frustrated mother used to …

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The Writers Voices Inside my Head

I’ve been writing for a while now. I am not a professional, having one (don’t laugh mean people) published Essay to my credit. But I’ve been messing with writing on and off all my life. The last several years, I’ve been taking online classes, reading piles of books on writing, all helpful, and, most importantly, …

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Blogging and Writing Unsupervised

I’m new to this blogging stuff.  I resisted it for a long time because, quite honestly, I’m really not all that interesting. But as a writer, I thought it might be a good idea, because it encourages me to write, and since no one is paying to read this crap, I won’t have to listen …

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My Generation’s Music

My Generation’s Music.

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How National Geographic Nurtured My Inner Environmentalist

When I was a young girl, we got the National Geographic Magazine. Like George Bailey, I thought our membership in the society meant something. It meant we were interested in the bigger world around us. It meant we cared about stuff that happened outside of our own back yards. It meant we were smart. There …

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James Frey on Writing

“People read memoirs and nonfiction and ask questions about what in the books isn’t real. They read novels and short fiction and ask what in them is. Ultimately, none of it matters. Good writing is good writing, and a story well told isn’t beholden to issues of fact and fiction, and moves beyond where it …

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Attacked by Squirrels….A Cricklewood Road Tale

Kids run into things, right? It’s what they do. I was certainly no exception. As a matter of fact I excelled at running into things. If it was an Olympic event, I’d be the gold medalist. I ran into the tail pipe of Mr. Dooley’s old rambler once, not while he was driving of course, …

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The Wicked Witch of the Garden

I asked my husband to make me something. Something deadly. Something electrical–as in electrocution. A kind of taser only lethal. I am not in the mood to stun or warn or simply stop. I want to kill. This is not my usual pacifist frame of mind. I am no Buddhist, but I really do hate …

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Musings of a real housewife of Lewis County

I am getting old. I know because the other day as I was fantasizing about my affair with Jackson Browne, the one I never had but that I’ve fantasized about since I was fourteen years old, usually while I’m listening to his music, I found myself thinking strange, logical thoughts. Like I thought to myself …

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Buon Giorno Everyone!

In a little more than three months I will be doing something I’ve dreamed about doing for most of my adult life, which equates to a looong time. I’m going to Italy! I can barely write the words without shivering a little bit for the joy I feel. I also bawl like a baby every …

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