Preparations for the art festival are wearing on the imagination, and so I'm borrowing someone else's for today. Hey, it'll be okay...
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.
Be a Star! Everyone’s looking.
"All she ever does is entertain. She never has a real conversation," my mom said. I glanced back over my shoulder at the woman mom was talking about. I liked B. She made me laugh. I was 14. "It's a performance every single day," mom said, walking to the car. "Drives me crazy." I didn't …
The Wished for Older Brother
I loved his voice. Most girls did. He flirted with my friend T. and me in a college history class. He flirted with every female in the room and we flirted back--because of that voice. He looked like a tough guy ready to break someone's leg if ordered. On a Saturday night in the spring …
Old Enough
"Mommy, how old were you when your mom died?" my son asked. "Twenty-one," I said. "Well," he said. "At least you were old enough to walk to school by yourself." But am I old enough to write a good book? I read an article recently that talked about age discrimination in publishing. Does it help …
What Other Girls Do
I got the news over the phone before lunch. I clutched the edge of my desk to keep from leaping to my feet and jumping up and down. My coworker, S., looked across her desk at me. "What's going on?" she asked. "I was just accepted into the Peace Corps," I said. "I'm going to …
Once upon a time in the future…
He doesn't open his eyes. It is 6:30 in the morning. "Mom," he says. "You're still weird." "I know," I say. "But you still have to go to school." I wonder what he will think if I ever get published and his friends at school point to a page in my book and say, "Your …
…and the prize for best costume goes to…
A few girls refused to come into my dorm room. The Ouija board frightened them. A young man who lived in the dorm next door told me I was in danger because I had a Tarot card board. When I pointed out to him that my mom had painted the board and it was the …
because writers are curious
In fiction, can you break the laws of nature? Which ones and how do you know when you deserve to break the law? Have you ever read a scene in a story that made you say, "But you can't do that!" and the story is then ruined? Why did you feel that way? Have you …
Have you tried it this way?
As a kid I would lie down on my stomach on the dock and look out over the water. If I caught the right angle, the dock appeared to move forward through the waves. If the sun was setting at the same time the water, the water changed color from orange to pink to gray …
Running People Over (or This Time I’m the Bad Guy)
I didn't see the girl until she hit my windshield. Then I saw nothing but the girl. In the split second that lasted a lifetime, I saw that she wasn't dead. Panic speared through my chest. I got out of my car. I didn't feel the rain. "Are you okay? Oh my god." Traffic moved …
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Marta Pelrine-Bacon 