Marie McGrath
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Things that have saved me:
Animals
Music
Sense of Humor
Writing
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It was the summer of '69
This tale is one that borrows from life itself. It is, however, largely fictional. “I don’t know how many clothes to bring,” Paloma said, digging about in her suitcase. “Do you think there’ll be a washing machine? I can’t fit much more in here.”
By Marie McGrath6 months ago in Fiction
Here's to friendship
Jocelyn and Andrea met in high school. They were both on the basketball team in senior year, liked the same music, and shared a taste in boys. Derek was their main heartthrob. They’d both known him from ninth grade and, even before they’d met, both girls were doodling his name, and a selection of hearts, in their notebooks and binders.
By Marie McGrath8 months ago in Fiction
'Elbows up!' me hearties. Top Story - May 2025.
I’m not a born Canadian, but have long been a citizen. I’ve never fully adopted all things Canadian as I’ve kept very much in touch with, and often visit, my home of origin. The most Canadian I’ve ever felt for all these years has been when I’m in another country and everyone assumes I’m American. Now, there’s absolutely nothing at all wrong with being American, but it kind of rankles with many who go to great lengths to ensure a red maple leaf, or the Canadian flag, is somewhere on their person or luggage.
By Marie McGrath9 months ago in Pride
2:47
Cerise couldn’t sleep. The clock on her nightstand screamed 2:47 at her. A.M. She had tried not to look in its direction because knowing exactly how much sleep she’d already missed would be disturbing. Calculating how much more she’d miss if sleep didn’t arrive soon made her anxious. And anxiety always robbed her of sleep.
By Marie McGrath9 months ago in Fiction
Did I tell you this already?. Top Story - April 2025.
I’m out of ideas. Except for this idea, I guess, to write about it. It sobers one when the mind goes its merry way, never bothering to take stock of current inventory so as it can provide hints and subject matter as required in functioning society.
By Marie McGrath9 months ago in Confessions
