I listen at the door in an empty dimly lit hall. The couple are easy to hear. I knock. "R.A.," I say. I hate this part. The two of them stumble around as quietly as they can. "What?" the girl says through the closed door. "It's the R.A.," I say. This is my job. No …
Author: mapelba
I'm a writer, artist, teacher, mother, wife, daughter, friend, coffee addict... What else? A success, a failure, a mess, a fan, a hater of housework, a lover of dogs, a liberal, an obsessive, and a bunch of other things that probably would never occur to me. I reveal myself in more ways in my writings and art than in any list of adjectives. And whoever you are, I hope most of all that you are a reader.
And one more for good measure…
This is the last chapter of Drowning Karma I'm going to post. If you're so inclined, chapter three is here. Thank you for reading.
Another chapter…
Chapter Two of Drowning Karma is up at Lake Belle. I shall know go wrestle with my insecurity and other demons.
don’t try this at home
When a cockroach runs across the bathroom floor, do not think you are a gymnast on the parallel bars. The towel rack will come out of the wall, anchors and all, leaving four holes and torn wallpaper. You will hit the ground shoulder first. The stool you sit on while you fix your hair will …
You think you know where you’re going.
I don't know many things about my father. We are eating dinner--my son, my father, my father's wife, and I. "So, Dad," I say. He looks up at me. We sit across from one another. "I have a question for you." "Okay," he says and eats a meatball. I say it quickly as if I've …
Girl Goes Fishing! Now that’s news.
When I was little, I liked to fish and climb trees while wearing a pretty dress. I played with my barbies and my dad's tools. In grade school, I played with the boys after school and had crushes on most all of them. When you look at books, what tells you it is a girl …
one of those moments
I know that this book The World House isn't my book, but just seeing this kind of gave me pause. Hey, my novel The Labyrinth House isn't even published, so take that! guy with a cool cover and an agent and... oh, jeez.
You decide.
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Come on in. The water’s not so fine.
My fictional town is called Lake Belle. Most of my stories so far take place there. Even though the lake may not be present much in the story, the water is nearby. Perhaps I should try to write a story in a desert but the characters would probably all long for water. So my next …
Getting Out
The day my mother left Florida I waited until after she was gone to call. I was 13 and it was a school day. September I think. I used the pay phone in back of the library. The phone at her boyfriend's house rang. I let it ring 20 times, started to hang up, and …
Marta Pelrine-Bacon 