Author: Annette Freeman

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We’ll Meet Again

I threw a house-warming party. It was a mild evening and I opened the windows in the sitting room. A smell of pepperoni wafted up from the pizza place a few doors down. About a dozen people came. I invited Simon, but he was ghosting me.

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Finding Writing

I read more than I write. I gobble up new releases, I go back and tackle the classic books I ‘missed.’ These days I read like a writer—why did she choose that point of view? How did he create that voice?