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Mo Writes Haiku Like You've
Never Imagined Haiku-

Bold, Brazen, Big-hearted!

Fall shows her dark side,
so stingy with the daylight,
so chilly at night.

~~~~~Mo Conlan, October 16, 2014

~~~~Mo Conlan, Sept.19, 2014

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A new Ace Spade, PI, story from Mo.
Ace has women trouble again



A new poem in Mo's ongoing series. "Never fall for a poet..."

Love Crash


"By reading the same book, we form alliances of the mind," Kathy states as she describes
her book club -
Between the Covers.


How I Became a Redhead



Photo and Haiku

Hail the sun dipping
below Mother Lake; come back
early tomorrow.




Here is an excerpt from, Babies' Breath, Kathy's award-winning short story contained in her anthology of the same title:

"My heart burned as red-hot as the ancient round stones edging the fire-pit and my tears sizzled and steamed like spit when they fell into the flame." Read on here.

Kathy answers questions
for blogger, Betty Meyette,
about Babies' Breath
at this link: Meyette's Musings

Kathy's five-star-reviewed
short story collection
can be purchased by clicking :

Babies' Breath



Sailing with the kids

presents new challenges


Art by Mo

Kathy's story suggests that sometimes romance is a product of practical cooperation. This big family makes it to their vacation destination where Mom and Dad can brush shoulders and be simply a couple once more.



When the newsaper
is sold out... We may miss
the Fourth Estate.


Kathy wonders if
is a good thing?


Goodbye Cancer

Patty describes her journey through Cancer-Land

- The only thing I am not behind on is haircuts.
- The only reading materials in the surgeon’s office are cancer magazines and a coffee table book on Spring Grove Cemetery...
Read the rest of Goodbye Cancer

Chapter One


Side Effects


Finding favorite books forgotten on the shelf and re-reading them twenty years after the first reading creates an interesting phenomenon. The experiences in the twenty year interval alter some sensibilities and and evoke new sentiments.

Kathy finds new reasons to re-read old favorites.


Writer Walter Seton Bunker
has a funny chat with The Bard

I had a dream one August’s night, a dream so vaporous and yet so vivid it passes understanding. It’s hard to know what was fantasy and what reality.

In my dream I found myself striding the battlements of Elsinore.... Then a helmeted figure emerged from the fog.
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Halloween Nostalgia

I do not pine for the Halloweens from my youth. Halloween was a fun day, and that was the extent of it: a single day. On Halloween afternoon (or for the anxious planners among us, the afternoon before) we began gathering our costumes for Trick or Treat.

Hobos and gypsies or a few years later, hippies, were assembled from the bags in the basement meant eventually for St. Vincent de Paul or the Salvation Army collection bins. Princesses were few and far between.

We had few spangles and fewer tiaras. We were a ragtag bunch out to do innocent mischief with bars of soap and t.p.; neighborhood kids emboldened by a sugar high.

Many years later, I married and gave birth to a daughter on October 18 and the Halloween-themed baby gifts came rolling in. She was even blessed with a holiday appropriate nickname. My little cutie-patootie temporarily became Punkin’!

As the years passed, many, many birthday party themes fell back on Halloween. The best, (you could ask her) the absolutely, to this day, unrivalled best was her 12th.

Each of six girls, was given a brown grocery bag. On the outside was written the name of a character. Inside was EVERYTHING she would need to become that character. I was very thorough!

My favorite was the “geisha” complete with white makeup and black eyeliner from my Cher-days, and enough material to make a kimono (formerly a lovely silken paisley bathrobe) and obi (a turquoise table runner wrapped around a throw pillow).

These girls, still young enough to play dress-up but on the cusp of growing up, pulled out all the stops, exchanging what-ifs and how-to’s galore. “What if you used this brown eye-liner to make wrinkles,” the geisha said to the old crone.

Recently I ran into one of these girls. She had her own daughter and son tucked in the grocery cart. The subject of Halloween costumes came up since jack-o-lantern images were all around us. “I still remember that birthday party where we all made our own costumes from what was in the bags. It was the best party ever!” I modestly had to agree.