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Art by Mo

Hello, spring


Art by Mo

The greening!



Photo and Haiku

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



Kathy is taking her book
Babies' Breath
on the road to the
Dayton Book Expo
on May 2, 2014.
The public is welcome.
Click link above for details.



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




Our Monday Morning Writers' Group
is made up of doctors and lawyers and maybe even an Indian chief or two. But here, Kathy claims, all those titles fall away as we evolve into Writers with a capital W.


The Dog Stars

A Book Review by Kathy L. Coogan


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.


Mo considers writing a novel.
To write or not to write?


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.


Ace Spade tries again to hire
Gal Friday ~ a short short story

Art and story By Mo Conlan

(When I feel stuck on long and large writing projects, I like to write short stories. Frequently they are about a character named Ace Spade, Private Eye. In this one I wanted to write a complete story in under 325 words. It may turn into a collection.)


Rain pelted down in great gray sheets. Layla spotted the taxi, jumped the line, and hurled an over-stuffed black wheelie and herself into the back seat.

“Dis cab taken, lady,” the cabbie announced.

“That’s all right,” said the other occupant, who wore a Fedora of the kind Layla's grandfather had on in old family photos. “I wouldn’t turn a dog out on a night like tonight, let alone a beautiful lady with a heavy suitcase.” He tipped his hat and smiled.

Layla righted herself, sitting closer to him than she might otherwise, as her behemoth of a black bag took up a third of the backseat. She smiled back. Her feet hurt, her clothes were damp and his were the first kind words she had heard all day.

“Where are you going,” he inquired.

Read the rest of the story

Ace interviews a Girl Friday with a pet swan

Ace Spade faces a darker dilemma



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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By Mo Conlan

Outside my window, in the honeysuckle tree, mother robin sits on her finely wrought nest.

Father robin flies in with a worm in his beak and drops it into the nursery.

Mother robin squawks and shoos him away.

The eggs haven’t hatched yet. The worms come after.

Maybe this father robin is new at parenthood. Eager.

He’s going to be a good provider.

They are going to fight.