Category: Writing

My Mom Is a Liar

My Mom Is a Liar
  My mother lied to me. She lied about a bunch of stuff, which apparently was for my own good because her lies kept me safe, healthy, and most of all, they kept me alive. Face it, except for Mother Teresa, most mothers lie. I imagine my Mom burning the midnight oil and memorizing facts... Read more »

I Love You, Dad, But About Those Cooked Carrots

I Love You, Dad, But About Those Cooked Carrots
It must be an unwritten law that Fathers Day cards start showing up on shelves after 5:01 p.m. on Mother’s Day. They are on display everywhere—even at the gas station. (They’re on the counter right next to the jerky and energy shots.) But I no longer pay much attention because I no longer buy the... Read more »

Decades after D-Day: Standing with the Enemy

Decades after D-Day: Standing with the Enemy
It’s 60 miles of breathtaking beachfront property. The nearest island is 200 miles away, but on a clear day, you can almost make out the shoreline. It would be the perfect site for a medieval castle or a sprawling French chateau or two. Yet it’s unspoiled land. Grassy cliffs overlooking sandy beaches and the sparkling... Read more »
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From the People Who Brought Us Blood Pudding…

From the People Who Brought Us Blood Pudding…
The British aren’t known for five-star dining. First, there’s blood pudding. At some point I imagine a chef asking, “Hmmm. What would make this pudding of suet and groats more delicious? I know. A generous portion of pig’s blood.” Voila! Blood pudding became a staple on menus in Great Britain. One of the best-known cuisines from... Read more »

Always Wear Clean Underwear and Other Advice from Mom that Shaped My Life

Always Wear Clean Underwear and Other Advice from Mom that Shaped My Life
Somewhere in the world is a stealth educational system more powerful and more secretive than the CIA or MI6 or Mossad where mothers go to learn how to keep their children in line. No one talks about it, no one can give you directions, and the mothers who graduate aren’t talking. But when they leave... Read more »

Run from the Roses

Run from the Roses
The closest I ever got to being a jockey was in the fourth grade when I took a pony ride at the county fair. My parents let my sister, Jan and me each climb onto harnessed ponies that spent their entire workday trudging around a small circle, led by cowboys (wink wink). For 50 cents, kids could... Read more »
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Nana Was Here. From 4-Letter Words to Acts of Vandalism

Nana Was Here. From 4-Letter Words to Acts of Vandalism
Learning the alphabet launched me into my writing career. I started small. One word at a time at first. I spent hours with my box of crayons drawing simple block letters and putting them together into words. I started with three-letter words: cat, dog, hat—the usual Dick and Jane vocabulary. It didn’t take long to... Read more »

Giving in to the Need to Get Outside of Myself, On a Snowy Day in April

Giving in to the Need to Get Outside of Myself, On a Snowy Day in April
Post written by Laura Vasilion  Wearing no coat, no hat, a young girl passed by my house the other day. I watched her walk down the sidewalk, trailed by her little black dog. Overhead, an April snow drifted down upon them. It clung to the girl’s long brown hair. Dusted the small dog’s dark fur.... Read more »

On a Hot Wing and a Prayer: Why this Bears Fan is Cheering for the Eagles on Super Bowl Sunday

On a Hot Wing and a Prayer: Why this Bears Fan is Cheering for the Eagles on Super Bowl Sunday
Even though the Chicago Bears won’t be slipping their tootsies into cleats on Super Bowl Sunday, I’ll be at a party watching the big game. Granted, there are lots of reasons to watch the Super Bowl. First there’s the food. You can’t swing a cat without seeing a recipe for snacks–usually chili, nachos, pizza, chips,... Read more »
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A Dream By Day With Ragnar, the Main Character of My Second Novel

A Dream By Day With Ragnar, the Main Character of My Second Novel
Posted by Laura Vasilion  “They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.” – Edgar Allen Poe.  I love this quote because that is what I do with my days. I dream. For hours. Every fiction writer does. These days, I am dreaming about Ragnar, the... Read more »