Meredith Harmon
Bio
Mix equal parts anthropologist, biologist, geologist, and artisan, stir and heat in the heart of Pennsylvania Dutch country, sprinkle with a heaping pile of odd life experiences. Half-baked.
Stories (201/0)
- Top Story - July 2023
Pitch Plu-Perfect
[Dave, this is your exhausted secretary. I transcribed the most comprehensible parts from the texts and voice messages into this transcript. He must have been using voice dictation. Some were just too garbled to pull out anything salvageable – or sane. You owe me! Good luck. -YS]
By Meredith Harmon10 months ago in Humor
Coming to America
I love the smell of skunk. I know, I know, but I am one of those people. I actually had a discussion once with a member of the DuPont family, they of the "better living through chemistry" mindset, asking if that was important, and she slowly reached for her cell phone to call relatives in the perfumery department... I had to break her heart by telling her I'm allergic to alcohol. Thus endeth my illustrious career as a nose that should have been the toast of Europe, insured for millions by Lloyd's of London.
By Meredith Harmon10 months ago in Wander
Alice Cooper Saved My Life
Another true story from the annals of my bizarre life... Alice Cooper saved my life. Not kidding, he really did. So I may have mentioned that if a friend has to move, my husband and I are there with bells on to make sure that said friend is well and truly MOVED. If said friend is in danger, my Fierce Protective Friend Meter ratchets itself up to eleven, and you'd better believe that, come heck, high water, or vagaries of life, you WILL be moved.
By Meredith Harmon10 months ago in Wander
The Apothecary's Shop
Mary stepped out into the garden, and surveyed her coming harvest with satisfaction. The neat rows were filled with all sorts of herbs - lavender, feverfew, lemon balm, sage, rosemary, chamomile, bee balm. Bees buzzed in the drowsy heat, making the flowers nod more than the slight wind that was making the leaves tremble.
By Meredith Harmon10 months ago in History
Aftermath
Margarete sighed, and rested the graver on the bench for a moment. Remember, this is for your son. She stretched, but not too far. The leather apron she wore to collect any gold dust from the engraving process was nailed to the bench corners. Crumbs must be collected. No waste in what was left of this guild house!
By Meredith Harmon11 months ago in History
The Eye and the Heart
My dad hates fish. Seriously. He almost kicked me out of the house this past Mother's Day, because hubby and I had the temerity to bring a nice slab of salmon to their house and pan-fry it in lemon pepper. Because Mom requested it, for MOTHER'S DAY. He ordered us not to. Mom had A Chat with him on the subject of what food is consumed by the person whose party the day is for. He gave in with extreme ill grace.
By Meredith Harmon11 months ago in Men