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Rikki, Tikki, Tavi, Part One

By on Apr 17, 2014 in Creative Non-Fiction, Writing | 2 comments

There's a crunching sound in the kitchen and that means Rikki is eating his breakfast. I'm delighted. My entire being has been willing that little guy to eat. He's weighing in at around five pounds again and that's the weight he came in at six months ago when I got him.

Burma Memoir: Chapter 1

By on Jan 26, 2014 in Creative Non-Fiction, Memoirs, Writing | 1 comment

This is the first chapter of a memoir covering my mother’s death and two years I spent in Burma. The year is 1969. Chapter 1, Coming Home Bangkok. It is the smell of it that differentiates it from other Asian cities. No other city smells quite like this. The scent engulfs me as I walk down the steps from the plane and lays languid in the humidity of the damp silk air, diffused through droplets of water that never seem to dry in the sun, a moist welcoming perfume, an oriental goddess opening....   [Read...

The Goddess: Scene One

By on Jan 25, 2014 in Fiction, Short Stories, Writing | 0 comments

Mattie arrives unannounced wearing dark glasses, her hair in a motley tangle. Shivering, her arms curled inward, she digs in her nails into her flesh leaving an angry hatch work of red on her skin. “What?” asks Chloe, startled, but Mattie speechless, draws in her breath and makes a soft high-pitched bleat deep her throat. She sidles past Chloe into the house. “Come,” Chloe says and directs her to the garden where a table and chairs sit in a shady grove at the edge of the....   [Read...

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