We’ll get back on track soon, but at the moment Newtown’s much on my mind. This tragedy was brought home to me in the person of my 12-year old granddaughter, Marley, who’s staying with us for a couple of weeks while her mom and dad are traveling. I drove Marley to school every morning the
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My day lay ahead with nothing on my agenda except to write. I hadn’t had a day like this in weeks and I was energized to imagine how much I’d accomplish. Of course there was that service appointment with the Comcast technician who would arrive before noon and determine why the closed captioning on our
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That’s a question a reader asked after he finished my fictional short story “Clarisse” in my first short story collection, Gone to Ground. At first, I didn’t see the significance. As far as I knew, I’d never been a woman and I was sure I’d never worked in a paint department. End of story. But as I thought about what
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