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Mar.10.2011
  Cynthia Brian and Heather Brittany on Starstyle®-Be the Star You Are!® Radio-A Power Hour! Tune at World Talk Radio directly at http://bit.ly/hmnqft or at StarstyleRadio at http://bit.ly/fnz7mr     Segment ONE: Get your tax obligations completed with Cynthia Brian’s and Heather...
margie-marybelle-mckinnon's picture
Oct.06.2010
The word “patriarchal”conjures up the picture of a white haired, kindly old man with a lined face, a father figure who is wise, spiritual and compassionate, a “venerable old man”. The term patriarchal has two sides. The positive side:” Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we had someone that could handle...
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Oct.06.2010
The Essence of Humor                   When Jeremy opened his eyes, he immediately realized that something along the path of his life had short-circuited. He was in an even plain, covered in gray grass. Maybe a kilometer or two away the valley reached the foot of brown mountains, which were...
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Jul.22.2010
I left Camp Mattole, which had hosted the Lost Coast Writer's Retreat, driving south, the opposite direction than I'd come in on, past the minuscule community called Honeydew.  I felt light and content after resting and writing for six days.  The road I'd taken last weekend switched and bucked,...
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Apr.09.2010
J. P. Sartre & J. Goebbels drink ape-piss tea in fetid bistro, wondering if they might’ve done differently without a walleye, a club foot Swore by Stalin, mollified Hitler, Che & Chamberlain bake together in a low-temperature oven: damned if you do & damned if you don’t Those who...
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Mar.28.2010
When I was a little girl I thought there was only one religion, Roman Catholicism.  It was the center of our lives: morning prayers, daily mass, nightly prayers, confession on Saturday night, mass on Sunday morning, Lenten season, fasting, no meat on Friday.  The list was endless.  My dad had even...
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Feb.19.2010
There are no animals. Seeing balcony railings, park benches, window ledges in the Great Metropolis, everyone aches at the memory of birds Montezuma stuffs tacos for throngs at Taco Bell, wearing flayed skin of Cortés, the rest of whom waits hopelessly nearby for golden fries On tube, “The Genghis...
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Feb.19.2010
When you ask a publisher what sells books, he or she will hem and haw and say that they do a lot of things to try to sell books, but honestly they don’t know if any of that works.  What really works, the publisher will say, is “word of mouth.”  But that declaration inevitably brings a shrug.  Who...
margie-marybelle-mckinnon's picture
Dec.30.2009
In 1960 I spent four months in a small town called Petersburg, NE where I had spent most of my growing up years.  I had been away for two years and homesickness had assaulted me on a daily basis. Returning brought me great joy.  That little town proved to be the nucleus in my life of great...
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Nov.17.2009
A few weeks ago I noticed a green anole squeeze into the driver-door outside mirror of my car.  It did not occur to me that he actually lived in there until this past weekend, when I took a four-day, three-night, 1200-mile book tour road trip from my home to a gig at Florida State College in Venice...