Monthly Archives: March 2015

My Craft Supplies Addiction

I have a confession. My name is Janelle, and I have a craft supplies addiction. I need an intervention–stat. Why? I ask myself (after I get home). I am in the process of sewing squares into strips that will make … Continue reading

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Nameless Threat (Part 2)

We were watching my mother-in-law make her way through the small airport wearing bright pink pants and a wild shirt. She was hard to miss as she bee-lined for the counter. Two seconds later we heard the loudspeaker: “Will Mr. … Continue reading

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Nameless Threat (Part 1)

There are some things in life you just can’t control. I’ve come to the conclusion that family is probably the most unpredictable, and old women are the worst. My husband’s mother called last week and told me she was coming … Continue reading

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Bertie Layman was just trying to find some peace and quiet. That didn’t happen anymore, not since he’d gotten married to the love of his life. He thought his father-in-law’s den would be the perfect place to hide because Maddie … Continue reading

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Ecological Home Economist Saves the Day!

Melody was looking down the barrel of a gun into the eyes of a bank robber. She smiled warmly and he looked startled. Mel was very pleased because her morning had been exactly like all her other mornings and she … Continue reading

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Theory of Light

In a gray city just south of the Puget Sound, a girl left school and began walking. The squeak of her rain boots was the only sound she made as she weaved through groups of teenagers. She zipped her green … Continue reading

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Old Age

I will get old. Should I age gracefully? Buy creams that make me look young while letting my hair fade? Traveling the world continuously leaping from place to place not existing in form but in soul bringing water to children … Continue reading

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