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Tuesday Tales and What About Life

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Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales.


A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. Once per month, we even write to an image.  You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds. This week our group writes to the word- lifeThis will be an excerpt from my new WIP for a new romance contemporary, What the Storm Didn't Take.

Enjoy!~







“I’m embarrassed even admitting to you I don’t see mom enough.”


“We all let life get in the way. I’m not judging you, only offering a small reminder.” I saw my husband every day before he died. I was always thankful I took a local job close to home that didn’t monopolize my day the way some careers would have. Standing, he placed the little plastic characters on my table. “I’m gonna leave these with you. I thought they might bring a little smile, if anything. I’ve got my normal rounds, but, I’ll check in this evening, okay?” My broken heart accepted the small comfort …

Review 13 REASONS WHY - Was Suicide Her Only Option?

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If you or someone you love has thoughts of suicide, depression, or helplessness, please let someone know. someone cares, they really do, I know because I care about you, I don't have to know you to understand your value. I'm in Texas, but, there is a nationwide hotline you can start with Suicide Lifeline. there is another way, let someone help you explore your options. hugs 1-800-273-8255 Review



13 Reasons Why
PLEASE NOTE: this contains spoilers of the Netflix series, 13 Reasons Why based upon the novel of the same name by Jay Asher.
It’s hard for me to put into words how this series made me feel. I raised two boys who are now in their twenties, but, still have my 17 year old daughter at home. My sons really didn’t experience bullying. However, my daughter is another story. Even though she’d been at the same school since late Kindergarten, she was anointed an outcast. Some of the things that happened made me so angry, I remember once jumping out of my car and screaming at one boy…

Tuesday Tales - Going to the Lake

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Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales.



A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. Once per month, we even write to an image.  You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds. This week our group writes to the word- lakeThis will be an excerpt from my new WIP for a new romance contemporary, What the Storm Didn't Take.

Enjoy!~






She loves gerbera daisies and Indian Paintbrush flowers. One is free in the middle of any field or roadside in the Oklahoma spring, the other you can get at the local grocery store for under ten bucks a dozen, it’s completely worth either way you choose, but, do this often, because I’ve never seen a girl more excited to see fresh flowers. The way she smiled when I gave them to her always made my heart swell a little more.

She may argue with you over the way you sort laundry, so, it’s best to let her just do it. I threw my clothes in a separate hamper, and if she wan…

Tuesday Tales Get My Number

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Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales.



A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. Once per month, we even write to an image.  You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds. This week our group writes to the word- number. This will be an excerpt from my new WIP for a new romance contemporary, What the Storm Didn't Take.

Enjoy!~




No one asked me about Conner. He walked over beside my mother after our little discussion, increasing the distance between the two of us should anyone try to hook us up in their imagination. But, ironically, he knew many of the people there. He’d lived there for the first fifteen years of his life. He walked among the helpers, trying to find where he should start. From a distance I saw him shaking hands and hugging the friends he hadn’t seen in years.
I kept waiting for someone to look over to me, questioningly, accusingly.
Waiting for the gossip bomb to explode. …