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OK. {fable}

They were polar opposites in nature. Maybe that’s why they were attracted to each other. She sighed wryly, almost every few days. The days she didn’t sigh, she reveled in the differences. That’s how...

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let go {fable}

“let go”  “let it be” “let me be!” “Let things be, don’t, just let me be” “please can’t you just let go?” *** She didn’t understand. She wasn’t exactly bright in a few ways and she didn’t understand....

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anniversaire {fable}

It was a cool but sunny day. Just like before. A thin black sports jacket over her pink shirt, she drove right into the parking lot, chose the nearest open space, and jumped out. With her gray bag...

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flutters {fable}

She was late. Not like I was in a hurry or anything, and she called to say she was running late and sounded flustered and it really didn’t matter as I had plenty to do anyway, so I told her it was...

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Cooking for 1 {fable}

She grew up seeing her mom in the kitchen. Her aunts, grandmas, older female cousins and random ladies, all bent over the stove, cutting chopping vegetables, roasting spices and powdering and grinding...

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strange as they come {fable}

An essay:  When folks you love and hold dear to your heart decide to move on, move away or carry on with their life and you know it in your heart that it is the right thing for them, and you want to...

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places I don’t go anymore {fable}

Long ago while on the metro, I was seated adjacent to a middle-aged well dressed lady who had a small book open and was scribbling into it at a  steady pace. My curiosity had gotten the better of me...

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places I don't go anymore {fable}

Long ago while on the metro, I was seated adjacent to a middle-aged well dressed lady who had a small book open and was scribbling into it at a  steady pace. My curiosity had gotten the better of me...

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Fables: Lost and Found

  I used to write fables. Not the Aesop kind, not at all. He has probably turned a few thousand times in his grave every time Ive referred to one of my flights of fancies in the creative, and...

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Who Can Say Where The Road Goes

It’s Enya’s music that struck a chord in me a long time ago. The going was, I wouldn’t call it rough, but it was a high, an emotional high and the pull was in many directions. Unstable in a happy way...

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