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The Pilgrimage of Wally, Diego, and Miles
July 20, 2021
Posted by Mary Beth

I wrote this story nearly 20 years ago. Our second kid was getting ready to go to college, our youngest was in middle school. I needed to find a job - and trying to find a satisfying one when you still don’t know, at the tender age of 50-whatever, what it is you want to do … that is a tricky time for many women. For many adults.

Kathryn Rouses' crocus
Where Love Died...
April 11, 2020
Posted by Mary Beth

(This is a fictional short story I wrote in 2001.  The photo is from Kathryn Rouse. Thanks.) 

           We'd been driving for hours. The unending trees of upper Michigan were a dark corridor around us, the sky above was unpolished silver. I was weary and my neck ached.

            "Mom?"

            I glanced at my son, just waking from a monotony-induced nap.

A Small Owl
December 6, 2018
Posted by Mary Beth

My first Joyce Andrews story is Outside on a Very Cold Night.

Outside on a Very Cold Night
November 19, 2018
Posted by Mary Beth

I wrote this in 2016 and shared it with some friends. I know it's not Christmas Eve yet, but it is the beginning of the season where most of us will wonder what lies beneath and behind the things we do.  This is my salute to people who pay attention. 

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