A cordial atmosphere settled in on the room, pushing out the sour tension like a cool breeze blowing out a heavy smell. Gus and I were happy to listen while the nobleman and the older healer talked with occasional inserts from the knight. The cheese was hard and sharp, but I was hungry enough to … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 43
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Raising a Hero–chapter 42
…Ah. So this is why people lost their minds around celebrities. Or why that one dude started a war over Helen of Troy. Or…well, lots of stuff. I mean, my goodness. “There’s always next time,” said Gus firmly. Oh yeah, people were talking. I could feel the faint squiggles of his magic poking around where … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 42
A Green Hill Faraway
I seek a green place in a world claimed by everyone, and every speck of giving land already giving or given up. I seek a mountain far away, where no one seeks to climb. Except those who seek me out for me and me alone. I seek diamonds not for their worth but for their … Continue reading A Green Hill Faraway
Remember to Crush the Daisies
My eldest son, when he was not quite two, loved crushing the daisies that grow like dandelions in coastal Oregon. He'd yank them up, then crush them with a satisfied "Doh!" Yeah, probably the cutest thing on the whole dang planet. But, then again, I'm his mother. Biased to the extreme. Yet, at the same … Continue reading Remember to Crush the Daisies
Baby Barf
I remember that striped shirt. The one my father wears. My little baby had barfed all over mine, so he gave me one of his from the dirty laundry. It had smelled... of generic male deoderant. Not the most sentimental of shirts. And he's still wearing it. Maybe my baby should have barfed all over … Continue reading Baby Barf
Raising a Hero–chapter 39
On the plus side, I learned about temple oaths. Learn something new about this world every day. And I even got to see these various bits of metal when Priest Miurian met us at the temple door and walked us up the stairs to the second floor and through a golden door. It was a … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 39
The Ten Original Thoughts
I was once told by a yoga instructor that every man only has a max of ten original thoughts, with the average being five or six. Every thought can be traced back to those originals, and outside of that we don't get any new thoughts. I've since wondered about my own thoughts and tried to … Continue reading The Ten Original Thoughts
Undrifting Friend
Friend, what have we come to? I think about sending you a gift without knowing if it's even worth it. You speak of friendship, but how is it that I can still mourn when no fissure has broken us apart? Just breathing and sex. I miss you but wonder how on earth you could still … Continue reading Undrifting Friend
When I’ve Reached “There”
What if I did give up? What if I just wrote my stories and put them wherever and forget about getting known or making money? What if I just gave up on making a career out of it? I hate selling things anyways, and I hate marketing even more. If people want my story, I'm … Continue reading When I’ve Reached “There”
Pee and the Best Bi-Polar Disorder
Raising a three-year-old, and children in general I suspect, is a lot like having an unmedicated bi-polar disorder. One minute you're filled to the brim with warm, fuzzy love that would throw you in front of a semi-truck for the sake of this child. The next, you're the semi-truck out to coat your grill in … Continue reading Pee and the Best Bi-Polar Disorder
Author T.S. Lowe 