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Birch Bay Public Market

Friday, May 10 through the end of summer, Cathy and I will be selling her hand-made soaps, lotions, and toiletries, along with my photography, note cards, calenders, books, etc.

Come see us!

Across the street from the C Shop

4825 Alderson Road, Birch Bay, Washington 98230


I had an automated blogroll here, powered by Google Reader, but Google, in its near-infinite lack of wisdom, killed Google Reader. Prior to this murder, all I had to do to put a blog on my blogroll (or to take it off) was to place it in a Reader folder called, appropriately enough, "blogroll" (or, of course, to remove it). I use The Old Reader now for following blogs, but it seems to have no way to something similar regarding the blogroll. If you know of a way to do this, please let me know.

Cursing the Cougar – A Novel by Levi Montgomery

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Fear is a powerful enemy. But it’s a powerful ally, too.

Morgan sits there in her practice chair, hugging her knees and rolling her toes in little circles in the air, watching the tree go black outside, tears on her face. Maybe she won’t try again. There’s no reason she suddenly has to have a boyfriend. She’s been doing fine without one. She’s only seventeen. Well, almost eighteen, but the ticking of any putative biological clock can’t be too loud yet.

No, she won’t try again. She dries her eyes, picks her battered old cello up from its open case. She has a “nicer” one at school, newer, higher quality. Daddy bought it for her for Christmas two years ago. But this one’s nicer in ways that only matter to her. It’s ninety years old, and it’s smooth and mellow, and it loves her as much as she loves it. She cuddles it into place between her knees. Her scattered, fractured thoughts demand Tchaikovsky or Rachmaninoff, her practice schedule demands Bach, but instead, she braids together random bits and pieces of Ravel, Brahms, Beethoven, a long drifting veil of music seeping from her soul, through her closed eyes and down her upturned face.