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Heartbreaking and haunting, How Fires End is a powerful novel that explores devastating family secrets - who keeps them and why, how and when they will someday be revealed, and whether they can or will ever be forgiven. Part war story, part family history, it is a beautiful tale of multi-generational love, loss, grief, and hope.
There’s this little guy on my porch I’ve never seen before. He’s a caricature of an Irish thug and he’s looking for Mikayla, my daughter, who he accuses of wronging his boss.  “Blackie Donovan doesn’t forget,” the guy says. He...
The real estate agent texted me to say the sofa wouldn’t fit through the front door, so the clean-out crew just left it. One of its legs gouged the doorframe, then gave one of the auction guys a splinter...
The protagonist of the novel I will never write is kind of like me. Except more articulate. And cleverer. And a bit more handsome. And, if I’m real honest, his life-story’s a lot more interesting than mine. But he...

The Cowboy Channel

The men focus on their poker hands and their glasses of whiskey, preoccupied, as if the saloon is their shared workspace. No one looks up when the new gunslinger swings open the doors and ambles toward the bar like...
Where I worked was a B & B, trying to be European, but hopelessly American, surrounded by rangy sunflowers which looked like weeds that were pretty. Behind them was the small two-story lonely-white B & B, with its old...
On his first visit from the town to the village, Matt's heart sank. The room he was supposed to teach in had no windows and barely even a door. It was nothing but a hovel, fashioned out of dried...

Manger

So I’m with Rosalie at Girl Scouts, like every Wednesday, and I’m passing out the manger pieces I pre-cut with my jigsaw at home.  That’s what Karen loves about having a dad on board.  I’ve got a jigsaw, and...
Leaf in Pool by Kim Manley Ort

By the Pool

Autumn was near over - not that it mattered. In the dull heat Lady let her feet swirl in the pool, sucking her red popsicle, waiting for something to happen. Her popped-out belly button slowly browned in the sunlight. The...
FALSE STARTS Writing this year was all False Starts and Premature Finishes. I could not find a character to tell a story. I could not find the story. Forget setting. Well, maybe not. So, I resort to the age-old plot:...
1 When she turned the corner of the store, holding two gallons of paint in one hand and box of rainbow chalk in the other, I realized I’d dreamt about her the night before. In my dream, I was still...

The Paint

Sitting on a basketball at half-court, Jim is telling the boys the fundamentals of the game. Mason and Jimmy listen intently. Well, as intently as can be expected from a five and seven-year-old. Everything is just so interesting on...
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