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Notes From Mother’s Journal: Toast

5:50 am: Wake up. Get out of bed. Dark. Raining. Again. 5:55: Stare at my computer for half an hour, waiting to be inspired by something. Anything. Write half a bad poem about darkness and rain. 6:40: Come downstairs. Check … Continue reading

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Why Did You Start Your Blog?

Today I am cribbing from the WordPress project, post a day, for my topic. Why did you start your blog? I started my blog because I already had a website. Why did I start my website? The history of torturedpotato.com … Continue reading

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Saturday Fiction

Small Eyes Reeta saw the man take the little girl. She saw the whole thing from her front porch. She had come out to get her mail when she saw a man down the block. He was standing on the … Continue reading

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Hockey Mom-dom Looms

This month’s preschool field trip was to the ice rink. Trombone was EXCITED. Wow. Skating. We have never been ice skating. “I am going to go so fast!” he said, every day this week, “I am going to go SOOOOO … Continue reading

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Dwayne

Today’s prompt is neighbours. Or neighbors if you’re American. I am helping Dad change the oil in our car, the blue Ford Tempo that he bought when I could no longer fit in the backseat of the 2-door Mustang. I … Continue reading

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