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“It’s premature to talk about where to bury the cat.” Artie shook out the Sunday paper and then refolded it so the first page of the obituaries would be on top. He did this every week, sort through the paper to find the death… Continue Reading “Where Should We Bury the Cat? A Story of Devotion and Grief”
Practically all the townspeople were there. All the seats at the bar were taken, folks two and three deep behind the one lucky enough to score a bar stool. All the tables filled, too, with extra folding chairs brought out from the back. Wet… Continue Reading “A U.P. Story – Hello Again: Part One”
Winter had already sawed away at her face and cracked the skin on her fingers. It happened every year. The wind and rain of November gave way to the wet snow of December and then January came with its frightful cold and the wind,… Continue Reading “Hard-Hearted, a Short Story”
I woke up at five this morning trying to untie the knot of a short story I am writing. It’s a surreal story, probably about dementia or mental illness or some inability to sort out the real from imagined. Of course, the central character… Continue Reading “The Weird Magic of Short Story Writing”
The day she picked was cold and clear. Thin plumes of clouds floated over a Lake Superior that was spring blue, indigo blue, like the massive lake had rested all winter to flower on this day. The wind came from the northwest, swooping its… Continue Reading “Rennie’s Log Slide Dream (What Happens Next): Part Three”
Her daughter came in April for Rennie’s birthday. They drove to Marquette and had dinner in a restaurant on the top floor of the big hotel there. Rennie felt like she had been brought to New York City, the place was that thick with… Continue Reading “Rennie’s Log Slide Dream (What Happens Next): Part Two”
November came. Rennie’s daughter invited her to come down to Lansing for Thanksgiving, but Rennie said no. She’d met a man. “What man?” her daughter asked, and then said, “Bring him, Mom! He can meet all our crazy relatives.” Rennie said no, that… Continue Reading “Rennie’s Log Slide Dream (What Happens Next): Part One”
Going down Log Slide and coming back up on her own had been on Rennie’s bucket list for years. She considered it every summer, but the dune was always thick with kids on vacation running down the 500 foot, nearly vertical, sand cliff to… Continue Reading “Rennie’s Log Slide Dream: Part One”
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