The Writing Moose
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Summer Heat…
I’ve been thinking on a plethora of thoughts lately. The heat, however, has weighed me down and I’m not quite interested in following any of them down the road they are leading me.…
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The School Dance…
My kid went to the first school dance tonight. I decided to go do some writing while I wait the hour and a half. Or course, the coffee shops are all closed, so…
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Journaling on an Italian Holiday
I sat in the sculpture garden, just off of the Piazza della Signornia. This is in Florence. I’ve been lucky enough to visit Florence several times. And each trip, I make it a…
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“Coffee Shops”
Here’s a weird bit of information. When you publish short stories on your own personal website, it often voids the chances of said story to be published in a literary magazine. Most of…
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Viva Italia…
At the ripe age of forty-something, I have trouble recalling some of my youthful motivations. Why did I want to be an astronaut? Why did I love Raggedy Ann and Holly Hobbie so…
