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Some kind of screwed up listicle, I guess — I am forty-five, which means I’ve spent roughly three-quarters of my life wishing I’d spent all of it. There hasn’t been a single day in the last thirty-five years when I haven’t wanted — needed — to die. That impulse ebbs and flows: on a good day, it nags at…

Several tips to edit your shorter stories, but which also work for those longer ones — There is a big difference in writing a story of less than fifteen hundred words, as opposed to a story of three or ten thousand words, or even a full novel. With shorter stories, the trick lies in getting your reader engaged in the story quicker. Keeping your stories tight…

It’s universal — watch the years melt away in front of your eyes — My partner is a fan of big band swing music, and for a few years in a row just before Covid, we ventured to southernmost California over Thanksgiving weekend to take part in the San Diego Jazz Fest and Swing Extravaganza as spectators. To most it’s considered old-fashioned music, sure…

Frida Kahlo sees a fortune teller and has her entire life told to her. — France is the worst place I have ever been to. She sighed. Frida sat on her balcony from her hotel room wondering why she thought it was a great idea to come to this country to sell some paintings. She looked behind her. On her bed the African waitress she…

Recently I read a humorous short story by Christine D Richardson which really tickled me. She had imagined a raucous animal hen night, with a toad, hedgehog and hamster as the hip-swinging, pec-flexing eye-candy. I was still cracking-up at the snappy dialogue only to be set off guffawing as I…

La última vez que vimos a Hank y Lucy Furr estaban bastante ocupados jugando en el barro. — Als wir Hank und Lucy Furr das letzte Mal sahen, waren sie ziemlich damit beschäftigt, im Schlamm zu spielen. “What do you mean I can’t come in? Hank did.” “¿Qué quieres decir con que no puedo entrar? Hank sí.” Was soll das heißen, ich kann nicht reinkommen? Hank tat es.

He’s a man unsure of what he’s done. — Forgive me Father for I have sinned. Forgive me Father for I have sinned. Carlos’ internal mantra was the only thing keeping him tethered to his sanity as he took in the scene before him, unsure where to begin. …

I do not advocate for eating disorders nor am I making fun of the overweight or obese. I was once obese and lost the weight with daily walks, light strength training, and a whole food plant based diet. It took a while but it was worth it. We all know…