The Red M Jani stood on a flagstone facing the pond looking into the water. She thought about how often she had wronged a right, how easily she had justified it. She thought about Maria, about the ‘M’ she told Francisco to paint on her shell in red fingernail polish. She felt worse about doing
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I was almost 60 when I moved from Detroit to the highlands of central Mexico to escape old hopes and expectations. I imagined an idyllic life there with my ravenous former street dog, Duke, and a cat I had been in love with until he ate my cockatoo. The only thing missing was a man.
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Excerpt from my young adult novel in process, FOR THE WANT OF LOVE “Listen, Kaya. Carl wants to go drag racing in Nankin Township where the county sheriffs don’t patrol. We’re going tomorrow. He wants to see what his latest souped-up engine will do. Can you come along? Carl will buy us root beer floats.”
Giving Thanks By Janice Kimball MFA Our lives are filled with twists and bends, joys and tragedies; events happen that cannot be foretold on any roadmap. But every day is a new beginning, another opportunity for us to make an expression of who we are. I am a writer, so I guess it comes
Fear Of Fables By Janice Kimball Wikipedia: Fable is a literary genre: a fictional story that features animals, legendary creatures or forces of nature that are given human qualities, and that leads to a moral lesson. I was a literary innocent at the time I wrote my first book, Three in a Cage, unaware that
SNAPSHOTS—Butterflies By Janice Kimball We moved slowly to admire the myriad of goods for sale by smiling vendors. Suddenly before me appeared a frame holding three butterflies encased between two pieces of glass. Their iridescent, effervescent, magical and alluring beauty called out to me. I tried to hide from the vendor how much I
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Bart By Janice Kimball He was an old dog. Locked out of the party place after the revelers had all gone home, he waited for days at the side of the road for his owner to return. He might have been a fine guard dog when he was younger, or a dog that fought
Fate By Janice Kimball The American, blond hair now streaked with white, moved to the highlands of central Mexico to escape old hopes and expectations. She bought a small villa in Chapala and a battered pickup whose bed she filled with plants and flowers which she brought home to make a magnificent garden. Her
