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In the Cards

The second card displayed the Devil. “The Devil indicates the shadow side. The part of us drawn by materialism, greed, pettiness. It can be a warning to not let yourself get out of control or release your most basic desires. […]

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Public Relations, Part VII – Fired Up

“This is all sport to you. Fun and games. Well, Mr. Perfect, we are all familiar with some of your less than stellar moves. I mean, who tosses their own son off a mountain just because he needs corrective shoes? Oh. That would be you.” […]

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Public Relations, Part VI – Buzz Words

I know him. He doesn’t do idle chit chat. He was trying to disarm me with pleasantries. He also knows me and should know better, but the more he wants something, the nicer he is…until he is told “no.” […]

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Poetry After Dark: First Lessons

It is the spell that words weave, the heart that skips, the stomach clenching, the ache behind your eyes as you feel the loss, the pain, the gasp, the relief of triumph. […]

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Dead End

With the big move, Athena’s birthday party, the imminent gallery opening, and all of the family drama, I let myself get sidetracked. Too distracted. I needed to make up for it. Maybe not today, but… […]

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Public Relations, Part V – Elevator Speech

I rolled my eyes and groaned. I had enough information to see where this was going and I wanted no part of it. I had no interest in Zeus’ comeback scheme or Hera and Gaia’s matchmaking plans for Hephaestus and me. […]

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Catching Up

“I’m not going to say. Let me just offer a gentle suggestion. One that might save you from future heartache. You need to stop clinging to your daddy issues and make peace.” […]

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Missed Opportunity

Dugo, the neighbor’s Manx, had come for a visit during the night and was now hunched over, sides contracting like an accordian, as he prepared to hack up a hairball onto my new Persian rug. […]

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Public Relations, Part IV – OA

The redhead that I was wearing attracted more than her fair share of attention. One appreciative admirer kissed his fingertips and cooed, “Bella,” then fell from his ladder when I looked up at him to smile my acknowledgement. […]