Fiction, Writing

How I Met The Spyders

24 Jun , 2021  

I’m Apeksha Rao, a YA author from India, and I’m here to talk to you about my debut novel, Along Came A Spyder.

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Writing

Mother, Touchstone, Friend

24 Jun , 2021  

We mothers – we are merely rudders, guiding our children’s ships through the storms and over the turbulent seas of life – we guide them as steadily and as best we can, but we are not the only influence that determines the outcome of the journey… Who am I today? I am a woman, a […]

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grayscale photo of man in sweater vest sitting on bench

Uncategorized, Writing

The Inconstant Blogger

24 Jun , 2021  

It is a poorly-kept secret that I have been writing “elsewhere” and not on this blog, the last couple of weeks.  My friend Rasheed Hooda, who once declared me Queen of the No-Niche Bloggers, likes to do to me what I so blithely do to others. Like the Pied Piper, but instead of a flute […]

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Humor

Hell, I Just Killed Liam…or Murdered Murf

24 Jun , 2021  

Oh, don’t look at me like that. Liam’s a housefly, and it was a mercy killing. While we’re at it, Liam’s not his real name. His real name is Musca Domestica, or Murf, for short. At least that’s what it sounded like as I smooshed him with the wooden blinds. “Murrrrf.” And don’t think I […]

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Poetry

Dire Dullness

24 Jun , 2021  

We meet with stark denial The unspeakable unknown. A dire dullness creeps, Settles, swaths in sleep A dawning, drowning Dismal truth. Wild-eyed the urge To turn the page, to skim To skip ahead, past present Pandemic plodding (Just a peek!) To find out how it ends. Who cares? Who cares. Read slowly, savor sunshine. Put […]

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Fiction

Antipatheia

24 Jun , 2021  

Steel-gray, the morning sky, done with night’s temper tantrum, spent, resigned itself to quiet weeping. Joy, sapped of strength and spirit, lay lifeless on a disheveled bed, clothed in crimson. “Why are they still here?” Anger seethed, and gnashed his teeth, unable to look at his son and daughter. He tossed a bag of coins […]

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Poetry

Two Armadillos’ Strife

24 Jun , 2021  

I have a love-hate relationship with poetry, including my own. Too much of it is contrived, precious, melodramatic, and affected. This one, though, makes me laugh, and maybe cements my claim to being the only person who’s written a poetic ode to roadkill in sonnet form.

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Fiction

Bullfrog and Bullfeathers

24 Jun , 2021  

Having grown up with unruly twin brothers whose tall tales were as hilarious as their lies were pellucid, she was more than a match for this lot, but they mustn’t see her crack a smile, let alone laugh.

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Fiction

Dessert for Breakfast

24 Jun , 2021  

“Normally timorous Tilly” may steal your heart, then shatter it. But don’t let that stop you from reading this short, short story and cheering her on.

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Fiction

Red Paint

24 Jun , 2021  

When all you can see is red, it’s easy enough to focus – but hard to clear your mind of all thought and meditate.

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https://www.pexels.com/photo/soldier-giving-red-fruit-on-2-children-during-daytime-36785/

Fiction

Stolen Valor

24 Jun , 2021  

For every tall tale on the Internet, there’s a back story. It doesn’t always have a happy ending.

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Photo of a Dreamcatcher

Poetry

Asibikaashi #WednesdayVerses

24 Jun , 2021  

A poem, inspired by Ojibwe legend and art, dreams and nightmares, and the tiny little weavers I’ve grown to respect.

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Poetry

Contemporary Sonnet #010101010101

24 Jun , 2021  

Rated PG-13 for mild, groan-worthy sexual references. No acts of violence were commited with the tuna fork.

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Dictionary page turned to the word observant, with the hashtag OneWord365.

Op-Ed, Writing

Observant: My #OneWord365 for 2020

24 Jun , 2021  

I don’t like limits. I’m good at commitment, when it matters. But, pay attention: the word, for 2020, is “observant.” Read closely; there may be a quiz, later, Watson.

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Poetry, Writing

A Cheesy Sonnet

24 Jun , 2021  

Tastier than two armadillos grilled on a chrome grille and spread on asphalt!

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Poetry

Shadowbird

24 Jun , 2021  

Never mistake the Dove of Peace for a pushover, and never eat The Eggs of Wrath.

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#WordsMatter

Party Like It’s 2019 #WordsMatter

1 Nov , 2019  

20 years ago, I  probably rang in the New Year with Prince’s 1983 hit, Party Like It’s 1999. It would be a long time till I’d feel like partying, again. In 1999, my daughter was in middle school. Columbine happened. It was far away, in another state, but we were still capable of feeling shock, […]

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Hell's Little Paving Stones, Humor

It’s Not That Time of the Year Without… #WordsMatter

5 Oct , 2019  

…sense memories niggling at the back of your brain like caramel corn and candy apples, or mulled cider simmering on the stovetop. Or that one overused autumn trope that deserves to find its face on a red Solo cup.

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No Drama Llama and His Trusty Steed, Armadillo

Blogging & Social Media Tips

Netiquette in the Nineties

14 Sep , 2019  

Do we really need to regulate the minutiae of human interaction? Or is it enough to warn of the bigger pitfalls – social gaffes that might well start a war?

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Outdoors, Poetry, Writing

A Morning Bath #WordsMatter #WhenItRains

7 Sep , 2019  

The silly squirrel is back – looking as if he’d like to climb right through my kitchen window for his morning bath and breakfast!

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Technical & How-to

Can’t Answer Incoming Call from Lock Screen After Android 9 Update?

16 Aug , 2019  

Sometimes, you just need your mobile phone to act like a phone. After a recent update to the Android operating system – Android 9, July 1 security patch – on my Samsung Galaxy Note 9, I was unable to answer a phone call from the lock screen. I could press the call answer or hang […]

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An oil painting of a tree, and the same view from my kitchen window.

Outdoors, Poetry

Outside My Window, There’s a Tree #WordsMatter

3 Aug , 2019  

Outside my window, there’s a tree…

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Generosity and Thankfulness

Raising Men, One Lawn at a Time #WATWB

1 Aug , 2019  

Children love to help out, to feel valued, and to belong. They are eager volunteers, but there are surprisingly few meaningful opportunities for them to help out in their communities. Raising Men Lawn Care Service seeks to change that.

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Blogging & Social Media Tips, Technical & How-to, Visual Perspectives

Using Android Apps to Make Blog Images #Images #Apps #Android

30 Jun , 2019  

Making original images with text and graphics is easy, fun, and inexpensive. Why use stock images on your blog, when you can make your own?

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Fiction

Unfathomable #AtoZChallenge #SixMonths #ZombieBlogHop

30 Jun , 2019  

The story, so far: Six months into 2019, and I was losing my mind. I saw down on the front step, closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and reached into my purse again. It could not possibly be empty. And indeed, it wasn’t. I swore under my breath, a mixture of irritation and relief. […]

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Fiction

Talent #AtoZChallenge #SixMonths #ZombieBlogHop

18 Jun , 2019  

We should have seen it coming, but we were all so caught up in the work, so distracted by each breakthrough and invention, that we’d barely had time to breath, eat, or sleep, let alone consider the logical and ethical ramifications of what we’d accomplished.

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Fiction

Saved #AtoZChallenge #SixMonths #ZombieBlogHop

17 Jun , 2019  

I felt as though I had willed it into being. It couldn’t not be there, and so, there it was.

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Fiction

Reaching #AtoZChallenge #SixMonths #ZombieBlogHop

16 Jun , 2019  

Six months into 2019 and I…

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Fiction

Reviving the Zombie Blog #WriteBravely #WriteTribe

16 Jun , 2019  

It’s a little dysfunctional, this business of killing off my blog once or twice a year, just so I can revive it.

I love a challenge.

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Journal

To My Dad, on Father’s Day

16 Jun , 2019  

Thank you, Dad… …for demonstrating the importance of education, and setting a good example; …for letting me play with your monstrosity of a calculator – I would never understand the math (no doubt, to your everlasting frustration), but its resemblance to a typewriter surely had some influence on me; …for your even temper; …for taking me nice […]

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