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The sun beat down on your face as you lay in the grass next to me. Your right arm rested over your eyes, while your left hand rested on my knee. Next to your head a full dandelion temptingly nodded it’s cotton head. I reached across your sleeping form, careful not to disturb your slumber,…
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In the dead of night, silence dances to the racing of my heart. I sit in my bed illuminated by my lamp’s orange glow. Hours slide past as time stands still- I’m as calm and raging as flickering flame. And I gulp down herbal tea as if it’s the remedy to the manic anxiety in…
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On Sunday I passed out in someone else’s hospital room. How is that for a dramatic starter? Despite the chaos that opening sentence implies, I want to be clear that this is going to be a wholesome story with a sweet message. I just wanted to get your attention first. In order for this story…
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I still think of you when I hear that song. But today, instead of the familiar stab of pain, I smiled, then laughed, then sang along.
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Like many people, I’ve been caught up in cottagecore this last year. In a time full of social, political, and economic unrest, the idea of escaping to a quiet countryside is the ultimate fantasy. No more working 9-5 for wages that barely cover the rent. No more after-hours emails, or last minute shift coverage. No…
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Since the pandemic started early last spring, it seems that everyone has picked up a new, creative hobby. Suddenly everyone is baking, book binding, woodworking, painting, sewing, and more. With anxiety thick in the air, uncertainty lurking around every corner, and far more time than we know what to do with, it seems that everyone…
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I got a new job at the start of the month. Or, more specifically, I transferred to a new role withing my current company. As with any new change, there has been a lot been a lot to adjust to. But, I’m glad I did it. For the last few months I’ve been looking into…
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Coffee in the morning sitting at my desk. Tea after lunchtime- while I take a little rest. A Glass of wine with dinner, with a fruity plume. An herbal drink at night time, a nightcap in my room. My day measured in beverages, drank at their appointed time. A mug, a teacup, and a stemmed…
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It’s official: I am getting published! A small, non-profit, all-volunteer, fantasy magazine in the United Kingdom is publishing one of my short stories. The magazine is called Noctivagant Press, you can check out their website here: https://www.noctivagantpress.co.uk/. The piece I submitted is called “Lass From the Low Country”. It is a tragic tale of love…
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By now everyone knows that I have anxiety. While I talk a lot about how it impacts my personal life, I haven’t discussed how it can bleed into my work life as well. Until recently, I’ve not had much of an issue. I work from home, as part of a small team, that doing straight…
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Bringing Mae Flowers 