Oct 17, 2020

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Creative Nonfiction and Essays

Short, humorous stories (mostly true)

Welcome to Cougarville

We’re not old, but we’re not mellow either

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The Road Unspoiled

I didn’t plan on leaving the house on Friday the 13th. Not because I’m superstitious, but because I had already removed…

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The God of Poop

At my last physical my doctor mentioned it had been five years since I had a colonoscopy.

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All Our Wishes Granted

My oldest son, Robert, is an adult, but he has always been my challenging child. His youth brought parent teacher…

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Ghosts in Our Homes

Literally Literary and The Writing Cooperative prompt — Exulansis

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Here in the Dark Beside You

I hesitated in the candlelight in front of the locked metal gate seven hundred and fifty feet underground. The cave was…

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The Rivers

We arrived in San Saba, Texas, the Pecan Capital of the World, in the hot late afternoon, in time to check into our…

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Searching for Santa

It’s Christmas Eve, and I’m looking for Santa. Not the jolly elf in red pajamas, my Santa is a six-inch tall ceramic…

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Freaks at the Fair

When I was seven years old, my parents lost me at the State Fair of Texas. Their last sight of me, I’d slipped into a…

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Standing in Line for Government Cheese

My mother always kept a full pantry, but I didn’t understand the financial struggle that food represented until I had…

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Our Proof of Devotion

I am not a dog person. In fact, I think the perfect pet for me might just be a raccoon — one of those animals that are…

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The Onion Capitol

The places we visit are never as perfect as they are in our memory. My grandmother’s house in Farmersville, Texas no…

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I’ll Never be This Lovely Again

I’ll Never Be This Lovely Again

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The Glue That Binds Us

A Short Story

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What Falls From the Sky Does Not Strike Me

Our rented Buick rocked as the tractor trailers and rock haulers zipped past on the highway. I gripped the door handle…

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Meet Me at the Vanishing Point

Another version of me has dirt under her fingernails

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The Enchanted Rock and the Little Hill

“We should visit Enchanted Rock,” Andrew suggested one evening, not long after we started dating.

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Lemur Island is a Lonely Island

But It’s a Lovely Place to Visit

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A Pivot Toward Acceptance

In 1980, after my sophomore year in college at Texas Woman’s University, I waited for the letter that would lead to a…

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The Personal Touch

Before my divorce, I hadn’t thought much about underwear, other than the need to replace it if the elastic no longer…

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When We Are Small

Despite the crying during our last visit, we took our grandson, Will, back to the Heard Museum to see the robotic…

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Just Where We Belong

I hesitated when I saw the invitation in my email because I am not a fan of scary movies. I tolerate them because they…

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You Can Blame My Mother

I’ve legally changed my name one time. When I married my first husband, I took his last name, and it has stuck through…

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What We Deserve

I didn’t miss having a dryer until I bought my washing machine. For the two years after my divorce I made do with the…

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The Chicken Dance

I’d been sick with a cold, and in case I didn’t recover in time for the weekend, Andrew and I cancelled the camping…

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You Can Lead a Pill Bug to Water…

But You Can’t Make Them Do Much Else.

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Cold Feet Warm Socks

Until I met Andrew, the man who would eventually become my husband, I was blissfully unaware that there were socks…

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Join Hands, Give Thanks

I lived through two decades before I discovered that there were people in the world who made dressing with stale bread…

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The Wheels on the Bike Go ‘Round and ‘Round

I flipped through the glossy pages of a fashion magazine and there, alongside an article on how to dress for a summer…

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The Things I Kept

I packed up my apartment in one afternoon, amazed at the amount and the variety of useless stuff I collected in…

thecreative.cafe

The Changing Room

The scar on my breast is a dark reddish brown, fading slowly at the edges. It is curved, like a parenthesis. There is a…

psiloveyou.xyz

The Care of Cast Iron

I cannot find my mother’s frying pan. The one she gave me before she moved into the nursing home, before she died, and…

theweeklyknob.com

Ghosts in Mineral Wells

When the opportunity arose to plan a place to visit for my boyfriend Andrew’s birthday I chose the town of Mineral…

psiloveyou.xyz

Creative Nonfiction and Essays

Welcome to Cougarville

We’re not old, but we’re not mellow either

The Road Unspoiled

I didn’t plan on leaving the house on Friday the 13th. Not because I’m superstitious, but because I had already removed…

The God of Poop

At my last physical my doctor mentioned it had been five years since I had a colonoscopy.

All Our Wishes Granted

My oldest son, Robert, is an adult, but he has always been my challenging child. His youth brought parent teacher…

Ghosts in Our Homes

Literally Literary and The Writing Cooperative prompt — Exulansis

Here in the Dark Beside You

I hesitated in the candlelight in front of the locked metal gate seven hundred and fifty feet underground. The cave was…

The Rivers

We arrived in San Saba, Texas, the Pecan Capital of the World, in the hot late afternoon, in time to check into our…

Searching for Santa

It’s Christmas Eve, and I’m looking for Santa. Not the jolly elf in red pajamas, my Santa is a six-inch tall ceramic…

Freaks at the Fair

When I was seven years old, my parents lost me at the State Fair of Texas. Their last sight of me, I’d slipped into a…

Standing in Line for Government Cheese

My mother always kept a full pantry, but I didn’t understand the financial struggle that food represented until I had…

Our Proof of Devotion

I am not a dog person. In fact, I think the perfect pet for me might just be a raccoon — one of those animals that are…

The Onion Capitol

The places we visit are never as perfect as they are in our memory. My grandmother’s house in Farmersville, Texas no…

I’ll Never be This Lovely Again

I’ll Never Be This Lovely Again

The Glue That Binds Us

A Short Story

What Falls From the Sky Does Not Strike Me

Our rented Buick rocked as the tractor trailers and rock haulers zipped past on the highway. I gripped the door handle…

Meet Me at the Vanishing Point

Another version of me has dirt under her fingernails

The Enchanted Rock and the Little Hill

“We should visit Enchanted Rock,” Andrew suggested one evening, not long after we started dating.

Lemur Island is a Lonely Island

But It’s a Lovely Place to Visit

A Pivot Toward Acceptance

In 1980, after my sophomore year in college at Texas Woman’s University, I waited for the letter that would lead to a…

The Personal Touch

Before my divorce, I hadn’t thought much about underwear, other than the need to replace it if the elastic no longer…

When We Are Small

Despite the crying during our last visit, we took our grandson, Will, back to the Heard Museum to see the robotic…

Just Where We Belong

I hesitated when I saw the invitation in my email because I am not a fan of scary movies. I tolerate them because they…

You Can Blame My Mother

I’ve legally changed my name one time. When I married my first husband, I took his last name, and it has stuck through…

What We Deserve

I didn’t miss having a dryer until I bought my washing machine. For the two years after my divorce I made do with the…

The Chicken Dance

I’d been sick with a cold, and in case I didn’t recover in time for the weekend, Andrew and I cancelled the camping…

You Can Lead a Pill Bug to Water…

But You Can’t Make Them Do Much Else.

Cold Feet Warm Socks

Until I met Andrew, the man who would eventually become my husband, I was blissfully unaware that there were socks…

Join Hands, Give Thanks

I lived through two decades before I discovered that there were people in the world who made dressing with stale bread…

The Wheels on the Bike Go ‘Round and ‘Round

I flipped through the glossy pages of a fashion magazine and there, alongside an article on how to dress for a summer…

The Things I Kept

I packed up my apartment in one afternoon, amazed at the amount and the variety of useless stuff I collected in…

The Changing Room

The scar on my breast is a dark reddish brown, fading slowly at the edges. It is curved, like a parenthesis. There is a…

The Care of Cast Iron

I cannot find my mother’s frying pan. The one she gave me before she moved into the nursing home, before she died, and…

Ghosts in Mineral Wells

When the opportunity arose to plan a place to visit for my boyfriend Andrew’s birthday I chose the town of Mineral…

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