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Condoms and Cannolis  by Tamara Palmer

Condoms and Cannolis by Tamara Palmer

How Father Brennan, a good Irish-Catholic from the farmlands of Iowa could find himself sitting in an airport hotel room in Paris with a silly little condom wavering in his hand the Lord only knew. He’d found it, coyly hidden beneath the toothbrush, toothpaste and t-shirt in the emergency overnight bag courtesy of Air France. [...]

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Coming Back to You  by Tamara Palmer

Coming Back to You by Tamara Palmer

The humid, salt air seeped into Tracy’s nose, waking up the portion of her brain that processed childhood memories — the part that she’d purposely let fall into a quiet slumber for the last month. She walked uncomfortably in her skin, the memories of her and Shauna as kids on this beach in South Jersey [...]

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The Other Side of Grief by Tamara Palmer

The Other Side of Grief by Tamara Palmer

Stanley couldn’t stomach another social interaction with the First Congregation of Christ tour group. First it was the Indian museum, then a drive with the whole lot out to some gorge, and now he was just plain sick of people. Feigning tummy trouble, he left them for the peace and quiet of his hotel room, [...]

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Cinnamon Red Memories by Tamara Palmer

Cinnamon Red Memories by Tamara Palmer

It had been two years, four months and nine days since Jack left for Europe. Charlotte puckered her lips in the mirror, carefully applying the cinnamon red lipstick that she had purchased at Woolworth’s that morning. All of her extra spending money that week went to acquiring new lipsticks. She counted nine new ones since [...]

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Go Find Yourself by Tamara Palmer

“Go find yourself,” that was what Jenna’s therapist, Marcie said when Jenna mentioned she was considering going to Boulder, Colorado to house-sit for her best-friend Sara. Jenna wondered why it took her ten years to realize that she’d gone missing. The disappearance happened sometime in the last few years of her marriage —nuptials chock full [...]

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What If by Tamara Palmer

“The best part of love is the thinnest slice, and it don’t count for much…” I belt the Air Supply lyrics to Lost in Love at the top of my lungs as I drive to work. The windows are rolled up and the air-conditioning is on because I can’t ruin my perfectly coiffed hair, or [...]

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The Stars of New York by Tamara Palmer

The Stars of New York by Tamara Palmer

It was the first time Sid had seen stars in New York. He’d been the star on stage for half his life, but the blinding stage lights would never have let the beauty of the real stars — the ones in the sky – come through. Sid lay with his last bottle of Côtes- du-Rhône, [...]

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Don’t Forget About Contemporary Classics

I’ve been on a kick lately to read the classics from the 1940’s – 1970’s, our contemporary masterpieces, the ones my mom may have been reading while I was a baby napping. After reading two modern novels that left me deeply unsatisfied – one amused by it’s own level of shock appeal, the other a [...]

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Call for Submissions:Women’s Stories Needed for Book Compilation

Do you have a terrific story to share about a “first” experience that happened to you during puberty? Perhaps you have an embarrassing memory about your first period, or a wonderful story about your first kiss. I’m collecting stories of first periods, kisses, school dances, buying bras, and any other firsts that occur between the [...]

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Keep Your Poker Face – How to Win at Salary Negotiations

Think of me as Clark Kent – recruiter by day/fiction writer by night. Although even that analogy doesn’t fly as I do all my best writing between 5 and 8 a.m. But since I have this other personality, I thought I’d bring it out here on the blog to offer a little sage advice to [...]

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Replacing Parts by Tamara Palmer

The crisp air holds the scent of fall. Tommy sucks back his mucus, laughing at the gurgling sound it makes. Like a choreographed dance, his little brother Josh turns his misty blue eyes up towards Tommy, letting out a full-bodied laugh before toppling onto his knees. Together they stand in the driveway volleying laughs back [...]

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