Memories are a beautiful thing. They can remind you of a time that you felt lost, scared, angry, alive. It’s […]
Jan D / Maggie CHello, and welcome to my site! This will be a place for me to just touch base and reach out to my audience! I live in Fort Wayne, Indiana. I have no kids and I’m single. Basically, my time goes to my cats, my job, my writing, and my plants.
What I’ve been up to.
I have not been good about writing on here lately. To be honest, I’ve had a lot of stuff going […]
My letter to Ellen
So I wrote this to Ellen tonight. I don’t know why, but I felt I needed to try. She is, […]
The Half-Breed : The Beginning Of The End
I turned to walk away. “He is your son, you know.” I stopped just as the darkness of the corridor blanketed my face. “The child she bears? He is yours. And he will be afflicted.”
I felt my stomach curl into a ball. “What do you mean” I spat out between gritted teeth.
“The little boy is special. He will inherit from you both… if he lives.”
“He’s gonna be a jaguar and a wolf?” I’ve never heard of such a thing happening.
I turned and watched as she sashayed towards me. “And his body will be too weak to make it through childbirth. His heart will not be strong enough.”
“So he’s gonna die.”
She nodded slowly as she came chest to chest with me. “But he doesn’t have to. I could save him.”
“Perfect. And what do I have to do?”
Chapter 13 – THE BOOK – Dakota
DAKOTA I think I sat there for about an hour, at least, on the ground, surrounded by a ton of […]
Chapter 13 – THE BOOK – Sage
SAGE “I’m not doing that.” “Come on, Dakota. You can’t say that to every suggestion.” I rolled my eyes. She […]
Discouragement and Courage
I’m finding it increasingly difficult to not get discouraged. My weight loss has slowed down a lot, and that need […]
Half Breed – Chapter 23 – excerpt
I thought hard until my brain hurt. Until my throat grew more hoarse from the screams and the rain had no choice but to listen to me. Then the wind picked up, shoving the rain against the trees so hard that they stripped them of their bark, stripping them of the magic.
Learning To Not Be Over-Critical
For a little context, the picture attached to this post is (from left to right) December 8th, January 7th, and […]