Saturday, December 11, 2010

This Saturday even whimsical dreams come true

The first half-way good short story I wrote was called “Mother Christmas.”  I wrote itWee Santa made from scrap fabric with a white string beard and bright brown eyes. while a dear friend was in labor and I was waiting, my heart thinking more of her than the words of my story that came thronging into my mind like a visitation of sparrows.
 So I wrote and waited. The idea behind the story was that life is given or borne in many ways by many sorts of people. I liked the title because it provided a twist on the dear, familiar Father Christmas as if to say... Read more

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