Esther Julianne McDaniel
Bio
After my car accident, writing became a way to relearn language. Since then, writing has become a way of life. You can read about my journey back to health in my book When Memories Leave. https://www.facebook.com/EstherMcDanielAuthor
Achievements (1)
Stories (8/0)
The Apple King: A Tale of the Lincoln Family
George, or George T., as some people called him, sat in the parlor prepared to wait for hours as he listened to his wife’s cries coming from the other room. He would much rather be outside working with his farm hands. Giving birth was risky. He knew his place was nearby should something go wrong. On occasion he would stand up, pace the room a few laps, get fed up with himself, then go outside for a walk before starting the process over again.
By Esther Julianne McDaniel8 months ago in Chapters
- Runner-Up in Book Club Challenge
My Friend, MargaretRunner-Up in Book Club Challenge
Shy and withdrawn, I entered the classroom already in progress. After being introduced, I took the empty seat at the back of the sixth-grade math class learning about different shapes. Several were on the green chalk board showing angled degrees. Unfamiliar with the equations and the names of the various shapes, I felt lost and alone. Sixth grade was a hard year for a variety of reasons, from being the new girl in town, missing out on education due to multiple moves each year, and being removed from my mother’s care, my changing body added to my long list of reasons for feeling awkward. Given the degree of isolation I found myself in, deciding to read Are You There God, It’s Me, Margaret by Judy Blume at the suggestion of the school librarian was the best thing I could have done for myself at that time.
By Esther Julianne McDaniel8 months ago in BookClub
Mr. Fine, You’re On My Mind
I recently had my first serious, short-lived relationship since my divorce four years ago. I say it was serious because we seriously talked on the phone about anything and everything as much as we could. Long distance, we got along very well. He taught me many things along the way, including that I am not a dried-up old prune – at least, not yet. I thought this relationship had the makings of being long-term. Apparently not because I broke up with him last night. It wasn’t an argument that caused the separation between us. He was my intellectual match with a great connection, and I never anticipated that I would break up with him last night. While I regret breaking up because of all the wonderful things we were for each other, the question “What would feel even better” was posed to me this morning.
By Esther Julianne McDaniel2 years ago in Confessions
In The Colorado Mountains
Derrick sat on the edge of the bed watching her, wondering how much longer it would be before she fell asleep. She apologized about being tired a bit earlier than usual, so he offered to make up the bed for her. She thought she’d only be taking a nap, but he knew differently. Either way, he had enough time. When he was certain she had finally dozed off, he left the cabin as quietly as he could. He threw her purse from the train, then found a seat until it was time to disembark at the next stop.
By Esther Julianne McDaniel2 years ago in Fiction
