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Mo's art and poetry reflect nature and its beauty in her lovely, truthful perspective.

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Soon, full spring.

Not a moment too
soon I find the first crocus,
drink in the green buds.

~~~~ Mo Conlan, March 23, 2015

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A short short robin's tale

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Vase with gold and red


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Kathy really sees her
Great-Grandparents' Portraits
for the first time.

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Kathy admits a truth about her Prayer List


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Perhaps you've wondered about the writers here. If that is so, here is a mini-autobiography of each of us. The three of us agree that writing about ourselves is the most difficult task we've entertained.

Maureen (Mo) Conlan

Patty Lawrence

Kathy Coogan

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Kathy randomly selects a word from the dictionary to get her writing juices flowing. And the word is:

STIFLE

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Our writers nudge creativity by using
Words Prompts or Lists

Check out the first one we ever concocted and the two far-flung stories which grew from it. Hint: one word was watermelon.


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A new scathingly, funny report
from the real world by Patty
A guide to The Office


More wit and commentary
Inside Patty's writing log


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The latest Ace Spade, PI, story from Mo

Has Ace Spade Found His Olive?


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Most recent entry in Mo's ongoing series. "Microstory: She wanted him... "

Love Crash


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How I Became a Redhead

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Photo and Haiku

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

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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

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Sailing with the kids

presents new challenges


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Art by Mo

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

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Kathy wonders if
LIKE-MINDEDNESS
is a good thing?

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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

Chemo-land

Side Effects


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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.
Click here to read the rest of the essay.

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Hyperbole Can Kill You
Or
Make You Wish You Were Dead

by Kathy L. Coogan

I have a theory. I believe that the way you describe your life, your situation, your work controls you. And I believe that hyperbole is a killer. Hyperbole kills attitude, mood, love and reality.

Consider:
that the only mail I ever get is a million bills;
that I got no sleep last night;
that my husband is clueless about all I have to do;
that the phone is ringing off the hook;
that people won’t leave me alone.

What if I were to be cross-examined while I was hooked up to a polygraph machine?

Let’s work backwards through the description of my crazy day.

Polygraph Person: How many people are in the room with you right now?
Me: None.
PP: Is the phone ringing?
Me: Not right this second.
PP: Yes or no, please.
Me: No.
PP: Did your husband just offer to empty the dishwasher?
Me: Yes.
PP: Did you go to bed at eleven, wake up to pee at 3:00 and wake up when the alarm went off at 7:00?
Me: Um, yes.
PP: Does your mail include bills from the gas and electric company, your mortgage and your credit card company plus the postcard from your friends in Costa Rica, an invitation to a bat mitzvah and a thank you note from your grandson for the $20 you sent him just because he is a great kid?
Me: Okay, yes.

PP: Do you feel better about your day? Is your pulse slower, your blood pressure down?
Me: Well, maybe.

Nothing changed except the description. The words I used created the bad mood, caused the anger and made me sick.

I am recovering from the Hyperbole Disease e.g.:
“I’m exhausted.”
“I’m starving.”
“No one understands me.”
“I’ve worn this dress a hundred times.”
“Everyone in my family is nuts.”

The truth is all I need to have a great life is:
a nap,
a snack,
a talk with a friend,
a trip through T.J. Maxx and
a glass of wine with my sisters.