I’m rusty. It’s probably not the best way to start this post, but it’s my truth. I haven’t written a blog post in a really really long time. And I’m hoping this post will shake off my nerves and calibrate my brain towards blogging. I’m like that woman in...
Write 31 Days is a exactly as it reads. Thousands of writers and bloggers, mostly women, come together and write daily for the month of October. Most write on blogs, others write in journals or using some other offline method. The month is a challenge. It challenges ones ability...
Serafine could not believe it. Grammy did it. She heard every word. Every detail. She had spared no expense. No wonder she had pulled together a very diligent crew to encourage Serafine to relocate, permanently to Houston. Cooper walked her around the property that was so familiar yet...
Serafine looked over the pond remembering her carefree days as a child. Grammy made sure she wanted for nothing. She was loved. She was cared for. But as she grew up that wasn’t enough. Her parents left a hole in her heart. And nothing Grammy did helped repair it,...
…my favorite book, tucked near my favorite passage. Have fun! Serafine did not agree with Grammy and she told Rachel so as soon as she made it back to her car. “I feel like Grammy is trying to make me lose what last bit of sense I have left.”...
Serafine gripped the steering wheel tightly, slowly rolling her hands back and forth. She was nervous. She ducked her head slightly to look up at the house. From the driveway she could see him waving at her from the front-door screen. Waving back, she reached for the door...
Serafine stared at her cellphone on the end table. She couldn’t recall the last time she’d spoke with her father. Actually she did. It was a few days after Grammy’s home-going service. He tried to talk with her, to comfort her. But she did not know how to accept...
Rachel paused. Serafine stared at the letter. The music playing softly kept them from sitting total silence. “I have explicit instructions from Miss Jo…” Rachel said. “Of course, she wouldn’t have it any other way,” Serafine said, tucking her legs beneath her but leaning closer to Rachel. They...
“Miss Jo, you were always something,” Rachel said. She surveyed the room knowing she had explicit instructions, which she planned to honor. Miss Jo had been gone for weeks but, as always, she knew Serafine. It amazed Rachel, yet she had no time to dwell on it. Her...
“Grammy, you lied.” The words felt foreign to Serafine LeClaire as she said them. Josephine LeClaire, her grandmother, was far from a liar. She was a saint. She did no wrong, except leave her.
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