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Dear Angel…


I had just closed the last box of my possessions when I saw the notebook. It was a black composition notebook that had been thrown in my closet. I picked it up and instantly remembered what it was. I opened it and saw two sets of handwriting, one was mine and one was her’s. Looking… Continue reading Dear Angel…

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I am a Bruised Peach: An Open Letter to my Friends


Dear Friends or Former Friends, I love you- each and every one of you. But I feel that there are some things about me you must know. First off, I am bruised. While the self-confident and business driven Fairen is often what you see, you fail to see the other half of the peach. If you were to… Continue reading I am a Bruised Peach: An Open Letter to my Friends

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How I Learned to Speak My Name


Ahem-Ahem-attention, please…lol, is anyone listening? Recently, I was asked to tell my story. My story?   For a writing exercise, I encourage everyone to sit and examine this subject. Questions arise, many, dizzying questions, circling until paralyzed for those of us who not used to talking about themselves. I have never lavished a good yarn… Continue reading How I Learned to Speak My Name

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Storytime Saturday: Crazy Apple Lady


It’s not my fault I drive a big car. I still pretend I drive a small single-person’s car, squeezing down near impossible back alleys, reversing into shoebox-sized car spaces… But here I am, parody of the modern day suburban mother, driving my huge, ozone depleting, nitrogen oxide emitting, four wheel drive to the supermarket and… Continue reading Storytime Saturday: Crazy Apple Lady