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Both the temperature and my energy are low. January is always the hardest month of the year for me. My Seasonal Affective Disorder is in full swing, but I can’t distract myself with thoughts of the holidays. The days are short, the weather miserable, and my motivation is non-existant. Everything from work to household chores…
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Part 1: Here Part 2: Here Part 3: Here Part 4: Here I carried the prince to the edge of the castle gates, then went inside to introduce myself as a representative of his entourage, sent ahead to prepare for his arrival. Once there, I would begin my observations of the court, and the princesses…
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*I didn’t forget, the holidays were just really busy!* Part 1: HERE Part 2 : HERE “I can’t believe you talked me into this.” Prince James looked at his diminished reflection in the still water of a pond just outside the Sonnigeebene castle gates. “I can’t believe you let me do this,” I replied. I…
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How can something so cold be less like unyielding ice? Soft and fragile as a fairy wing, graceful and light in its dance. More air than water, less wet than dry, champagne snow falls in mountain skies.
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Read part 1 HERE: A formal letter of agreement and a gift were promptly sent to the Kingdom of Sonnigeebene, and James and I were preparing to follow. I was eager to see our neighbors to the East, but Prince James’ nervousness the more the topic of marriage was brought up. Each time Prince Hans…
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As children Prince James and I played in the courtyard together. We were unlikely friends, the second born son of a king and the only son of the castle sorceress, but we spent every day together since we were scarcely out of the nursery. He, as a second son, had few royal responsibilities, and I…
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December is here, but snow is not. Once upon a time, snow would fall on Halloween. As the drought dragged on, we were lucky to have snow on Thanksgiving. Now, we are over a week into December without a single flake. I didn’t grow up in the snow. Most of childhood was full of hot,…
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I made the mistake of trying to date again. Now that work is calming down, and the summer markets are over, I have weekends free for dates. I thought it might be a good idea to branch out, and start playing the field. I opened up my dating app again, and started sorting through my…
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I become obsessed with perfection when my anxiety spikes. Filling every moment of my time with self-improvement tasks, as if I could compensate for my own shameful humanity through diligence. It’s a performance, with myself as the only audience. A dance of of wild precision – a single misstep will bring me crashing down. It’s…
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Like many writers, I have a backlog of writing. My files and folders are stuffed with projects I’ve started, but abandoned at various stages of development. Short stories and novellas in many genres: speculative horror, suspense, fantasy, and romance, children’s books, and personal essays- all still waiting for their first draft mock-ups. In honor of…
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Bringing Mae Flowers 