Cynthia Harrison
Novelist
Category: Home Fires
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Fishwife
Last night, I was not in a great mood. I had spent the day grading essays, and, with a few exceptions, they were not good. It always makes me feel bad to give low grades. So having to do that set me up for the meltdown to come. I have been forcing myself to make healthy dinners even though…
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He’s My Valentine
Yesterday, Al vacuumed so I could get my love scene ready for the contest before the movie and dinner date we had planned. Because he does such an admirably thorough job of vacuuming, I couldn’t concentrate on my revision. Stuck buds in my ears and put on some love scene music (Lady Gaga and Kings of Leon). Usually…
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Kindle Vs. Paper
Love my Kindle, even though it has caused an uproar among my friends. The last time I stirred such a shit storm I stopped eating meat. Who knew people could be so passionate about the way their stories are physically delivered? Honestly, I was a bit unsure, would I miss pages flapping and the feel…
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Singular Pleasure
Exhausting fun, overflowing love, tense edges. This holiday season I’ve held a three-day-old baby girl and heard devastating news about an elderly relative. I’ve stretched my imagination (and wallet) to find the perfect gift and hidden the effects of too much cheer beneath an extra layer of Mac concealer. I’ve thrown dinner parties, gathered with…
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Their Other Mother
My sons’ stepmom is a wonderful woman. I could be her friend so easily if circumstances were different. Still, through the 25 years we’ve been blended, I’ve enjoyed her company when we’re thrown together by special occasions like Mike & Jessica’s wedding last month. After our divorce, my ex and I both remarried, to the proper persons this time. I…