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  • palpitation

    cherry pie and cups of damn fine coffee. misty old growth and logging trucks. a great northern tale full of secrets and one-eyed jacks. mayhem only needs one arm to pin you down. here's a town with enough finger poppin', light flickerin' evil to cause a palpitation of the blackest heart. here's a town where…

  • Yummie

    Bibi used the word often, but flipped back and forth between two spellings. When referring to matinee idols and buttery soft leather goods, "yummy" was the way to go. "Yummie," of course, was reserved for evenings devoted to filet mignon and dark chocolate pots de crème. Bibi made sure to prolong the "mmmmm" in the…

  • Oiliness

    Comfort and joy. Oiliness and a sodium overdose. Nothing like the bad stuff to bring on taste bud euphoria. Hey, the crushed and busted chips at the bottom of the bag have all the flavor. Don't waste that precious crumb coating! Go find some chicken parts and get in some dredge-and-bake action. And you know…

  • Kibble

    Waverly learned "the K word" early on in her career as a mischievous miniature schnauzer. Food was a huge deal, and Waverly's girth, for most of her 15 years, was a testament to her love (o.k…obsession) of kibble. She was surprisingly quick on her feet, though. Let her loose on a good sandy shoreline and…

  • Fiber

    Bill knew the drill: CALL BEFORE YOU DIG! He didn't do it. Bill's big yellow backhoe cut into utility lines and knocked out an entire subdivision's fiber-dependent essentials. There went the Internet. Favorite cable show kaput. Woe betide the guy who made the recipe on Mrs. Shockley's screen disappear as her pot full of lentils…

  • Grown

    Betty-Ann felt reborn as the first day of Spring snatched her up in its seductive snare. Thick, meaty winter was over, and the pressure to shed a few inches of locally grown love was palpable in the sweet air. Betty-Ann had warm weather plans which required a quicker step and a lighter touch than what…

  • Lunch

    Lonnie loved the perksQuick chickenLunch decisionScorched back burner dreams

  • Grounds

    Today I honored ritual because my feet barely touch the earth. I'd have floated off, never to be found, a long time ago if I didn't have habits to serve as an anchor. First on the list was typing. An early riser am I, running to the writing room to record fogged over dreams. The…

  • Can’t be that hard.

    Cecilia hadn't equated writing with craft; creating art in large-small, quick-slow key strokes. She'd never given any thought to whether or not a novelist was an artist. Cecilia liked her stories ripe and spicy, with only a word or two needing to be looked up in the dictionary. She figured some just wanted to see…

  • Promise

    A promise to eat something green during the Yuletide season is a noble goal. Based on personal experience, there are plenty of December pitfalls which quickly turn into New Year's Resolutions: I mustn't…I must…I need to…I want to…Less of one thing.More of another. When darkness comes early, and a little light is much needed medicine,…