Paula Shablo
Bio
Daughter. Sister. Mother. Grandma. Author. Artist. Caregiver. Musician. Geek.
(Order fluctuates.)
Follow my blog at http://paulashablo.com
Follow my Author page at https://www.amazon.com/Paula-Shablo/e/B01H2HJBHQ
Stories (189/0)
Leavings of Joy and Sorrow
Marlo had closed the house and gone on a soul-cleansing trip after the funeral. Her brother had protested–a little– but had eventually agreed that there was nothing inside that needed her immediate attention. The place had been cleaned before receiving after-service guests and again after everyone had left.
By Paula Shablo3 years ago in Families
Passages
I write a blog. I keep a journal. I do it to stay sane, and sometimes refer to passages as my bitch-fests. As I scrolled through some of last year's work, I found this post, and thought I would share it. In some ways, we have progressed since this was first written. In others, well-- this little post emphasizes how far we still have to go.
By Paula Shablo3 years ago in Families
Sifting Through the End
At the end of 2018, after a nightmare of a nightmare and some time trying to write it all away, I published a novella, Starting in the Middle of The End. It features the story of three little girls, alone and struggling to survive. Since that time, Penny and her sisters have managed to worm their way into many of the short stories on my blog. Theirs is a different world, one that seems more plausible with each passing day, in spite of my hopes that it will remain a figment of my imagination.
By Paula Shablo3 years ago in Futurism
Goodnight, Beverly
I discovered the public library at the age of six. I had already been introduced to the school library, which was certainly impressive to a youngster who would rather read than play, but the public library was something far beyond my little-girl expectations.
By Paula Shablo3 years ago in Humans
Screwed
Dread filled her the minute she entered the house through the kitchen door. Was he still in here? Dinah hadn’t even properly moved in yet, but the kitchen was done; a simple wooden table and four chairs, a cheap coffee maker, a few mismatched dishes, pots and pans. Everything in its place.
By Paula Shablo3 years ago in Criminal
My Glasses!
Even in very familiar places, I am uncomfortable walking around without my glasses. Yes, I can see my own feet, but not well enough to distinguish individual toes, let alone toenails. Considering I am less than five feet tall, that means I can see less than four feet with any clarity.
By Paula Shablo3 years ago in Humans