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    Crazy Cat Lady; Part One

    Last night was Book Club night. Part of our conversation was about the book we’d read, part of it was about other topics. One other topic was a recently adopted one-eyed cat. This conversation moved on to the three cats I’ve owned and the circumstances that brought each of them into my life.I realized that each of my crazy cats has a story that deserves to be told, so I will be posting them here. Starting tomorrow you can come back and start with cat number one – Sebastian – a ferral grey Main Coon kitten who won my heart and has the distinction of being the first and only…

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    I’m just a Short, Little Ball of Emotions

    Writing has always been more than just telling stories. I love to tell a story, but I’ve also used it to keep from falling apart. Getting the pain gathered onto a page is a cathartic way to force them out of my heart. Sometimes I worry about “oversharing” with the emotional side of my writing, but then days like today come up and I decide it must be. 

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    I Hope You Fly

    I am living with addiction, but I am not the addict. I am the counterpoint in his story. A melody colliding with his chosen lyrics. Every addict has at least one of me. A parent, a sibling, a spouse, a friend. The person on the sidelines convinced that, with words of love and encouragement, we can all get through this. We are The Savers. Wrapped in our comfy version of denial that allows us to believe if we plan enough, beg enough, cry enough, scream enough, we can fix it. But deep in the corner of our mind, past where the denial lounges, reality resides. And in this place inside…

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    A Snowball’s Chance

    So, I’m working on watching what I eat, trying to lose weight. I don’t always do well with this whole eating healthy thing. Mostly because I have a natural affinity for pretty much all things containing sugar.Friday there was cake at work. A lot of cake. I didn’t have cake. Sunday there was soooooo much Easter candy. I didn’t have candy. Monday there was a huge celebration cake at work and it looked like it had real frosting. My favorite. I went back to my desk without any of it.But tonight…tonight I caved for a traditional Easter Snowball. It was green. I don’t feel (very) guilty.

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    Trauma, Girls, and the Fiction Writer

    As a writer of fiction, one of my main goals when writing a story is to create characters in a way that will make readers connect to them. Each person I put on a page is unique, with their own collection of quirks, trauma, and limitations to add to the story line.In the world of fiction writing there seems to be a widely used trap for developing female characters. Specifically in the way trauma is created for female characters. It’s a trap I see over and over again to the point it has stopped my progress in a novel. The trap is sexual assault.To be clear; I am in no…

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    Grrrl Power!

    It’s International Women’s Day and I think it’s a great thing to recognize women and for us women to recognize ourselves every once in awhile. It’s a good thing to take a step back and say to ourselves; ‘Self, we rock.’ It’s a good thing to give a high five to your female friends and family and coworkers and the barista at your local coffee spot. Because the truth is, we deserve it. We do rock. Being a girl can be tough. I know some people don’t like the F word but I consider myself a feminist. I know that we all put our own spin on what that word means…

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    His Journey Started With a Sunrise

    “You should come take a picture of the sunrise.” It was 7:15 on a Monday morning I didn’t actually need to be up for. President’s Day. My office was closed for the holiday, and in an idyllic world I’d be sleeping in, gearing up to get some writing done, or spending a relaxed family day. But “idyllic” wasn’t our world and hadn’t been for awhile. The weekend had started well and ended rough. We’d been here before. More than I’d like to think about over the last nine months. We’d done a family dinner Saturday to celebrate my little brother’s birthday. We’d had a family dinner with just us and…

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    Broken – a poem

    I’m broken. Can you see it? The cracks so thin. Darkness spiderwebbing across my skin I’m broken. Can you hear it? The silence so deep. Echos scream from corners, memories weep. I’m broken. Can you feel it? This heart bleeds, gives in. Tattered then shattered, pieces lost within. I’m broken. Can you fix me? Can you show me how to stand? Fix my dress, find my pieces, take my hand. I’m broken. – Natalie Dumas-Heidt, Dec 27, 2016