fiction
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Fantasizing about living life for a week full of spirits and connection from the other side… Some people dream of becoming royalty, sailing through space, or solving mysteries in a trench coat while looking suspiciously good in the rain. Me? If I could step through the shimmering doorway into a fictional world, I would choose…
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Sometimes the longest book is not the one with the most pages. Sometimes it is the book whose insides, if you will, make every page feel like a journey. I have read thick books packed with words that pulled me forward, and others that made me falter, stop, or sit quietly and think. If we…
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Who says dogs can’t talk? Around here, Jake and Jetson carry on full conversations every single day. They just don’t bother with words. Their language is made of barks, groans, yips, side-eyes, dramatic sighs, tail flicks, fence-line patrols, and the occasional silent protest that could win awards if there were a category for “most offended…
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I have always been a walker and a looker. Some people walk for exercise, some walk to clear their heads, and some walk because the dog has made it abundantly clear that the house is no longer acceptable. I walk for all those reasons, I suppose, but mostly I walk because the world keeps leaving…
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A Rambling on about unfinished pages, beloved rereads, and the one book I will never truly be done with. I have a complicated relationship with unfinished books. Not hostile, exactly. More like the relationship one has with exercise equipment bought in January… hopeful, slightly guilty, and occasionally dusted with good intentions. There are books on…
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Rambling on through a broken heart about fictional worlds and losing the light in a world that is growing darker day by day… There is something wonderfully tempting about the idea of living inside a fictional world. Who wouldn’t want to step through a wardrobe, traverse a secret entrance behind fireplace, board a starship, wander…
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Because I am never satisfied with simple… Let’s dream deeper. Some people dream of dinner with movie stars, royalty, or long-lost relatives. Me? I want a table crowded with authors, the sort of gathering where the coffee gets cold, the candles burn low, and the food grows cold. I feel that nobody would even notice…
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Rambling on about My Wonky Little Furry Family…. I am dog people. Always have been. Not “I like dogs” people. Not “aw, what a cute puppy” people. I mean dog people—the kind who can spot a mutt across a parking lot and immediately begin wondering about his backstory, his snack preferences, and whether he has…
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There is something deeply human about finishing a book, closing the cover, and still feeling the story moving around inside us. Sometimes we are satisfied. Sometimes we are unsettled. And sometimes, if we are honest, we sit there quietly wishing the ending had gone another way. That feeling raises a question I have been turning…
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If I could have dinner with any fictional character, I would absolutely choose Jessica Fletcher from Murder, She Wrote. Not a superhero. Not a wizard. Not someone with a dragon or a secret kingdom. Give me J.B. Fletcher, mystery writer, world traveler, Cabot Cove icon, and the woman most likely to solve a murder before…
