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Growing older as a couple had not been easy for them. Anna had matured into a the role that was cast for her all those years ago. She was a little broader at the hips but still erect and proud. She was not the one they turned to look at when she entered the room but if they caught her eye, they knew she was the one that would demand attention. Her intellect shown through and the defiance she had displayed in her youth still lurked beneath the surface. They were sitting on the porch as they had often done before during their 50 ... Read Full Story

"Have you ever put pine straw down?" the owner of Morton's asked the girl some years ago. The girl seemed perplexed. Was it so hard to break apart a bail and put it around plants? "You have to sprinkle it," the woman instructed and demonstrated with a handful of needles. "That way you don't get big clumps stuck together." The girl did as she was told, but her self-worth oozed down the inside of her leg a little. "Do I really need to be told how to lay straw?" she asked herself. "I went to college for crying out loud!"That, of course, didn't matter. ... Read Full Story

I am going stir crazy pacing up and down in my home, with nothing to do, waiting for the scars on my face to heal from my attempted suicide at Harvard as a result of my breakup with the former love of my life, Alice. Tossing around in my bed late one night, unable to sleep, the thought struck me, maybe none of the stuff that happened to me with Alice or trying to commit suicide at Harvard was real. I sat bolt upright in bed. I felt alive again. I had a new purpose in life. I started thinking how some super genius ... Read Full Story

Intimate River Waiting I am writing a series of stories for 52 weeks. The group has not been named yet. If you are interested the link for the other unnamed stories are here and here . Thank you III Word Wednesday! This might be what I needed to get started on the story... how did you know? Chapter VI Oona was the kind of woman that could not revealed what was on her mind. Born of German parent in the woods of Oregon and raised working in a kitchen that fed hungry loggers and sawmill workers, she had seen and heard just about everything. ... Read Full Story

Sunday Scribblings How I met my.... Chapter VIII The comings and goings always confused her. A child was suppose to be seen and not heard. This child just didn't understand that...not even a little bit. She was born on that summer night in the back room of the Aunties house screaming with lusty indifference to the effect on those around her. It never did change. They had named her Anna, after the her Mother's mother, Annali and Helen. Anna Helen was blue eyed and golden headed from the beginning. The first time Oona saw her she was only 2 month old. Mr. Eriksson had ... Read Full Story