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Published award-winning paranormal author of the Zoe Delante Series (www.readzoe.com).
You Left, But I Have Questions
A Letter to My Birth Mom, If you listen to everyone talk about my arrival, I was unexpected but definitely wanted to the point where I was apparently celebrated and spoiled during the course of my formative years. But when I was four, you left my father for a new life that somehow couldn't include me.
TW: Violence, domestic violence I hate it. I rolled my eyes at my garish reflection and smoothed the fabric of the Pepto-pink ball gown with the palms of my hands. Despite the professional Asian-positive makeup and gorgeous swept up hairdo replete with sparkly tiara, I couldn't shake the B-Movie Glenda the Good Witch vibes. At least that dress was pretty. Why did I agree to this dog and pony show?
Considering the continued passage of anti-abortion legislation, it remains difficult to separate the impact of American Evangelical Christianity from the anti-women agenda of control. Yet anti-abortionists — who, btw, also tend to fill the Venn diagram of being anti-vaccine/anti-mask — flock to these lawmakers without the ability to consider the impact of these laws on other women. (Because yes, whether they admit it, they are anti-women, too.)
JWF. Jolly Well Fucked. I smiled as the comedian talked to the captive audience through a wireless microphone. "You're definitely JWF," I whispered to the body on the floor. Yeah, body. Let's not give it a name, a face...well, there was a face a few minutes ago, but it was nicely wrapped and preserved in a box. I'd even taken a minute from my handiwork to slap on a FedEx label. All ready to go to my employer.
"Where Do Babies Come From?"
Disclaimer: We are incredibly open about information in our home to a level that may make other parents uncomfortable. I promise you that it’s worth all the possible embarrassment, because if they don’t get the information from you, they will get it from their peers who usually don’t have solid information either.
Mary Had a Little Lamb
...Mary had a little lamb... I opened my eyes into the pitch of the bedroom of my little studio apartment. My brain took a hot minute to remember where I was, and the unfamiliar shapes morphing back into the shadows I knew. I blinked and strained to listen. Had I imagined it?
Great Paint Catastrophe
Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5 | Ch 6 | Ch 7 Night had come full cycle, and no matter how much they had wanted to continue to find Magick, Mischief and Mayhem had agreed that they were no good to their little brother if they broke a leg traipsing through the unknown forest. They walked, following the glowing Shih Tzu, until they came to a small copse of trees.