Mindy Reed
Bio
Mindy is an, editor, narrator, writer, librarian, and educator. The founder of The Authors Assistant published Women of a Certain Age: Stories of the Twentieth Century in 2018 and This is the Dawning: a Woodstock Love Story in June 2019.
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I'm not a Killer
Rain beats against my car. The wipers swish, back and forth; back and forth, as sheets of rain pour down my windshield. The wipers are rotted and the inside of the windshield is now fogged up, so I cannot see. I follow the tail lights in front of me…moving…free.
By Mindy Reed8 months ago in Confessions
Love's Demands
10 May, 1945 Dear Diary, The war has ended. I have been faithful to you throughout, more faithful than Edward has been to me. You and I have kept his secrets tucked away in these pages. Perhaps, I should have burned it. Why did he even send it? Was it out of love or out of guilt. Did he mean to hurt me or set me free? Did he even survive the war? Is he imprisoned in a monastery or jail? Is he happy? It is not possible, he carries such a burden. Did he discover his truth in India, or did he always know? Was I nothing more than window dressing? Did he hide behind my skirts? I have not read this letter in since it first arrived. Back then, I could not stop reading it. Now, I can see the stains from my tears that fell upon the page. I see the crinkled lines that were left when I tried to crumple it up and throw it away and then, painstakingly tried to smooth it back out, feel those his fingers through the ink. I carefully tucked it into these pages, and did not look at it again. Now, two days after VE Day, as people celebrate in the streets and the blackout curtains come down from the windows, I will read it again with fresh eyes.
By Mindy Reed11 months ago in History
Farm to Table
Farm to Table Lucille looked down at the cast iron skillet on top of her range. “Sunnyside up,” she whispered. That is what her grandmother used to call fried eggs. I’ve never tasted a fried egg as good as my grandmother’s. And I’ve never been able to duplicate her technique.”
By Mindy Reed11 months ago in Feast
Drought
Rain is welcome here Devastated by cruel drought No one can survive
By Mindy Reedabout a year ago in Poets
Do Not Open the Door
Do not open the door. That’s what the sign affixed to the beige color door inserted between the bureau and tv stand read. I didn’t even notice it when I initially entered the room. Usually, I am a rules follower. I figured it was a maintenance issue—a faulty lock or hinge.
By Mindy Reedabout a year ago in Horror
