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Ms. Keig is a retired public defender who began writing plays and poems during the pandemic. Her play The Weaver and the Fool was chosen for the Exit Theatre’s Short Play Festival of 2024. She is working on her first novel, Route 6 Baby.
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Yeah, “procrastivity.” That clichéd idea that writers will do any little task to get out of having to write. Need your house cleaned? Call up your local miserable author suffering from writer’s block. Your house has never seen such a cleaning. Me? I have the opposite problem. What I hate is cleaning the house. I…
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Shockingly, metal knitting needles are not prohibited by TSA. I look at my ominous blood red sharp instruments, used for magically turning yarn into blankets, and I think to myself, if I were czar of the skies, I certainly wouldn’t allow them. But, allowed there are. Nonetheless, be mindful of your fellow passengers, especially if…
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Today while I was out and about, I started feeling a little peckish. It was lunch-ish time, but I had a day full of errands ahead of me to get done, and didn’t want to sit too long for lunch. I didn’t want to eat in my car either, though. As I was considering my…
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I am born and raised in California. It is therefore a given that earthquakes have always been part of my reality. I can’t say exactly when I learned about plate tectonics, but I can say that I learned about earthquakes at a young age. All through grammar school, we practiced our “duck and cover.” Not…
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This morning, I am getting dressed for a funeral service at a Catholic Church. Joe, the deceased, was a good man I worked with in a public defender’s office for many years. We both retired a few years ago, but he was also a neighbor, and we would run into each other from time…
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Those of us who enjoy putting together a jigsaw puzzle understand that there are rules. The catch is that not all families follow the same set of rules. Fortunately, both my husband and I were raised properly, making us compatible puzzle companions. We believe fundamentally: Beyond those two fundamental rules, it turns out that…
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A week or so ago, my husband David received a call from one of his oldest friends. They became friends over forty years ago, but they’ve been estranged for the last three. No calls, no letters, no contact. Their last exchange was a “Dear John” letter response to a postcard David had written to his…
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Welcome to Leslie’s Corner, a quiet place of musings and meanderings. Check in from time to time, for short essays, poems, maybe a short story, the occasional photo, and updates on the novel.
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