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The Reluctant Horse Whisperer by Ann Tinkham

Camille had been terrified of horses ever since Pinto, her rent-a-horse, went on a wild tear, galloping through the dense pine woods of northern Michigan on a family outing led by Blanche, a woman who dubbed herself the “Horse Whisperer.”

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Holding Stone by Ann Tinkham

Holding Stone by Ann Tinkham

She had just returned home from the most difficult climb of her life—seven grueling days on Yosemite’s El Capitan—hanging from ledges in bivvy sacks, hauling provisions, excreting in Ziploc bags and peeing mid-air. The crags, cracks, and outcroppings scraped the hell out of her hands and knees; the scabs lined her limbs like 3-D tattoos. On this climb, she decided that rock was definitely king; she had an intimate understanding of stone as an element that reigned victorious, that would be around for eons, after humans had done themselves in.

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The Bingo Cage – Part 2 by Ann Tinkham

The Bingo Cage – Part 2 by Ann Tinkham

(Part One appeared in our “Harmony” Issue) Dottie was humming a tune at breakfast, sharing a large round table with Pearl, Olive, Maynard, Myrtle, Fiona, Matilda, and Fern. Despite the impending lukewarm gruel, prunes, and coffee-flavored tepid water being plopped in front of the sagging residents, tunes from long ago were dancing in Dottie’s head. [...]

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The Bingo Cage – Part 1  by Ann Tinkham

The Bingo Cage – Part 1 by Ann Tinkham

Dottie slumped in her rocking chair, cattycorner to the window that looked out onto a suburban parking lot with a treescape, a pondscape, and a bridge to nowhere, not exactly nowhere, if Chemlawn is somewhere. Soothing instrumental arrangements of Paul McCartney’s solo tunes were being piped in through a speaker high above Dottie’s head. A [...]

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Send in the Clowns by Ann Tinkham

Send in the Clowns by Ann Tinkham

“Give me funny. What’s your idea of funny?” said Claire to the man sitting across from her in the studio of Cirque de Quirk. He had the big bulbous nose of a drunk, spiked jet black hair, watery eyes, and a half-moon mouth. “Funny to me is sneaking up behind the audience and saying ‘boo!’” [...]

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Panty Raid with Sartre by Ann Tinkham

Panty Raid with Sartre by Ann Tinkham

All was quiet at the Delta Gamma house on the University of Michigan campus. It was 9:30 on Saturday night. Most of the girls were twisting and bopping at sock hops, necking and gum cracking at drive-in movies, or slurping and munching at burger joints. At 9:35 pm, the Beta Theta Pis crept through the [...]

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Living Well by Ann Tinkham

Living Well by Ann Tinkham

Lena grasped her 4-year-old daughter’s hands from above and guided her through their art deco living room as she cradled her cell phone in the crook of her neck. She was speaking to a distressed woman who was recently diagnosed with HIV. “My story is that I contracted HIV at 32 from a boyfriend who [...]

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Climbing Mountains in Stilettos by Ann Tinkham

To get a book published is like climbing a mountain in stilettos. Our book, Climbing Mountains in Stilettos, started with an idea—to write a kick-ass guide to becoming a bad girl. I asked one of my best friends to collaborate with me and she was on board immediately. We brainstormed ideas while backcountry skiing, climbing [...]

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Falling Locks by Ann Tinkham

Falling Locks by Ann Tinkham

My stylist’s hair is falling to the floor of the salon and it’s not because she’s getting her hair cut. At 26, she already owns a thriving hair salon and has dreams of opening a spa one day. While some girls her age can’t land a good job, move out of their childhood home, or [...]

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