Marie McGrath
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Things that have saved me:
Animals
Music
Sense of Humor
Writing
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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 McGrath11 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 McGrath11 months ago in Confessions
Like a house on fire
The fireplace had breathed its last in the wee hours of that morning. Powdery grey ash now lounged where hot flames had sprung to life only hours before. It was Sam's job to clean it out every morning, and he hated doing it. But Jill had said he didn't do enough around the house, and she had been really angry about that this time.
By Marie McGrath12 months ago in Fiction
My Pandemic Pastime
And, then, Nicholas. “Don’t call me Nick; if my parents wanted me called Nick, they’d have called me ‘Nick’,” arrived into this world that Lena so coveted as one that was insular, and which she had no interest in changing, despite its many difficulties. While she drew comfort and enjoyment from her small family, she viewed the rest of the world with skepticism, hating so many aspects of it that she was loathe to leave its confines.
By Marie McGrath12 months ago in Chapters
