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I FUMED ACROSS half of Kansas’s boring terrain, fields upon fields of low, nondescript greenery. The upside? I had lots of time to think. That I needed, because I’d picked a bold and possibly dangerous solution to a problem that begged a solution. I’m on my way to Susank to take my sister away from her abusive husband.
Twelve hundred eighty seven miles from my home in Hershey; twelve hundred eighty seven angry miles. My wife said I shouldn’t make the trip. She tried to make…Continue
A novel that is properly copyedited is a pleasure to read. Unfortunately, there are many writers these days that do not want to take the time or spend the money to have their manuscript copyedited or proofread. This is evident in many of the self-published books I see on Amazon. When I was growing up, reading was a way for me to learn about spelling, grammar, punctuation, people, places, and careers. I trusted books. I am a self-employed copy editor and proofreader and although it’s hard to…Continue
Hi blog readers,
I understand that there are well over four hundred members and friends of CAPA who have subscribed to this well run blog.
To this date I have published ninety-five (95) short stories on a blog that is under my name. The stories are short and meant to be so that people can leave their daily grind for a couple of minutes or five and get away, perhaps while at their work stations (if permitted).
I have yet to hear from a single CAPA/ning reader, either to…Continue
WE WANTED TO go north for our honeymoon. Ski, snowboard, lounge in the lodge at a small, intimate table near the big fireplace and sip pińa coladas, sex – lots of it – the whole magilla.
I-91 north, a straight shot most of the way to Vermont’s Mt. Snow, the road silky smooth and not congested now that we’d passed through the sprawl of Springfield. Multiple lanes spread out in front of us while the black ribbon of highway made soft the hum of our tires.
I tried a few bars of…Continue
“HOW ABOUT A hug?” he says.
“Okay,” she replies. It comes out as a sigh. She’s mad at him. She doesn’t want to, but that engaging quirk of his lip takes some of the steam out of her. She relaxes a little. They come together. The hug is silent, warm, and tingly and costs them nothing. It brings a smile to both peoples lips.
“We should do this more often,” she says.
“It does have a leavening effect on our relationship, doesn’t it?”
“Yes. I forgot what I was mad at…Continue