Better writing

If the ancient Sumerians could do it, you can, too

Stop boring your readrers
Stop boring your readrers

Did you know about the snazzy token system our ancient ancestors created to keep track of sales and debts? They made tokens out of clay and used them as a unit of measure. A sphere represented grain, an egg was used for oil, and so on.

The accountants of the time carried their tokens around in clay baskets and after a few thousand years of lugging around heavy baskets, someone had the bright idea to press a token against the outside of the container. …

Let not the bitter wind chill your heart

I sit here at my desk, concentration eluding me as I look out the window and pine for Spring and the joy of Mother Earth’s rebirth.

I’m wishing she comes sooner than the thirty-odd days the calendar shows me but I know she’ll get here when she gets here, and wishing her sooner makes no difference to the ill-tempered winds of Old Man Winter.

Here in southwestern Ohio, there’s snow on the ground and frigid air above it. A hateful wind beats seven degrees of air into the slow burn of negative numbers and shrieks in its delight of finding…


Chapter 2

Hank acted like nothing more than a regular dog since that day in the park in Cincinnati. No more words in my head, no stopping of time, no hazy heat waves rising around us. He was just a dog.

But oh, what a dog!

He was all shepherd, double-coated with soft and shaggy fur unfurling down his neck, a black saddle draped over a salt and pepper coat, and a long, bushy tail. …


Chapter 1

It wasn’t the first time I died, and it wasn’t the last, but it would always be the hardest

I’d appreciate your feedback on this entry. Please, be honest, let me know if you’re interested in reading more, or if it’s a dud. Thanks, friends!

I woke to the sun, same as always. I never need an alarm, no matter the season, my eyes opening to the sun and closing when the moon is high in the sky. This morning was no different and as the first light of the day drifted into my room, Hank snuggled closer to me, sniffing my neck, and thumping his ridiculously long tail against my bare leg.

I sighed as I ran my…

Better late than never…

I was skeptical of adding an About Page because I didn’t think I’d have anything interesting to say. As it turns out, I have sooooooo much to say, interesting or not. My husband would agree with that since I rarely shut up. (When he tries to mansplain things to me, I ask him one hundred questions, and usually end up pissing him off. Go figure.)

I’ve written since I was a kid, but it never occurred to me that I had what it takes to write professionally until a few years ago when a girl I knew at work quit…

She’s mine-all-mine


Read more of what you want

I’m mostly okay with the recent algorithm changes here, but one thing that bugs me is I can’t mute a story that I see repetitively or an author, for that matter. We used to be able to dismiss stories we didn’t want to see or read, but no more, at least not from what I’ve seen.

I love and support my peeps here, but honestly, that doesn’t mean I want to read everything they write. Just because I clicked one story doesn’t mean I want to see the next 9+ just like it.

Seeing my favorite writers in the big…

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