My Stories
Uncle Shelby
The story that won for me my first liar’s contest.
Agnes and Phil
A
love story… about a pair of socks. (Socks mate for life, you know.)
Agnes and Phil, a pair of white,
athletic socks, enjoy the company of the argyles, the silk dress socks, and the
everyday blue, green, and brown socks who inhabit Howard Brumstiller’s sock
drawer. The socks lay there in the drawer, curled around their mates, and
talk to each other. They tell stories. Tell about places they’d been
on their day out, movies they watched while propped up on the coffee table, and
horror stories of times they’d been mismatched and left for days, sometimes
weeks, wrapped around a sock they barely knew.
Agnes and Phil lose each other, but life doesn’t end when Agnes thinks it does.
Hi, Jack
Jack, Jack Spratt, Jack and Jill, Little Jack Horner, Jack Frost, Jack Be Nimble
and even more Jacks inhabit this story about…, ahmmmm, Jack!
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Mama's Miracle
When I was seven years old, I
was convinced my mama had worked a miracle. For a little girl living in a
Catholic community, this was powerful indeed. It only took me 36 years to
finally come full-circle with this story.
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Hag of Plymouth
Plymouth Harbour is haunted,
haunted by a girl whose lover is lost at sea, whose wedding dress hangs in her
bedroom, a grim reminder of what should have been, a girl who waits and waits
and waits for a ship that never comes.
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Rum Cake
Every Christmas I make rum cakes. Due to its high alcoholic content, this particular cake ended up feeding the birds - and that’s when the fun began!
Donal and Kate
What happens when a husband is spirited away, to a place where time does not exist, while his wife spends her days, and her youth, searching for him? And when he’s rescued, he doesn’t know her.