Prose on PdP

A place for the ladies to leave their lives aside and share the stories of their minds.

 

SMNaN – Tooth Decay

Supermom Needs a Nap is a WIP and the follow-up to Supermom Breaks a Nail (available at amazon.com) I used to adore the Tooth Fairy. Used to. Like any other self-absorbed child fixated with how much stuff I could get for the least amount of effort, I worshipped all forms of mythical-gift-giving creatures in my […]

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Wash Me, Deadly

Even with my eyes open, I couldn’t testify in court that I was actually awake. Whatever bonding agent sleep used to seal them closed was getting harder to break.   The fog that had settled in my mind took its time clearing out.  I felt movement behind me.  Turning, I saw his sleeping form buried under […]

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SMNaN – Science Faring

Here’s a fun fact about parenthood that the “How to Raise a Kid” books omit – sometimes, your children’s interests differ from yours. I had just gotten past the fact that neither Logan nor Tabby were willing to agree that Wham! was the single greatest musical duo of all time when they leapt into my […]

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SMNaN – PT Oh No

Supermom Needs a Nap is a WIP and the follow-up to Supermom Breaks a Nail (available at amazon.com) Do you remember being in school?  There was a popular clique, a rebel clique and the in-betweeners who didn’t really know where they belonged and went along with whoever would have them.  It was a confusing time, […]

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SMNaN – That Proust

Supermom Needs a Nap is a WIP and the follow-up to Supermom Breaks a Nail (available at amazon.com) CHAPTER 1 -THAT PROUST Hello, strangers. Perhaps you thought I’d finally cashed it all in and made off to Fiji and that grass hut of my dreams.  No, I’m here – I haven’t left you.  I tried, […]

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The Urn

Had it been Wednesday, Jane would have been sweeping but as it was Tuesday, she was dusting for that is what Jane did on Tuesdays. As she dusted, she hummed a song her mother used to listen to as Jane was growing up. She had long since forgotten the words but the tune lurked in […]

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