Beryl’s Chicken Diary: Remembering Momma.

That lady ate your mother. I closed my eyes. Missus Jenkins has no tact. I made the mistake of telling her about the last day me and Babs saw Momma. Which honestly, I try not to think about. It still hurts remembering that itchy-nosed lady and all her questions about gluten and additives. "You don't give …

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BOOK LAB: Depressed. Addicted. Suicidal.

At 20, she overdosed on sleeping pills in her mother's cellar. At 29, she drove her car into a river. At 30, Sylvia Plath finally killed herself by sticking her head in an oven. Think about that a second. One night, she placed wet towels under the doors to keep her babies safe, turned on …

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Q & A: Haunted Beds and HOW DO I CONTROL THIS ‘GIFT’?

Q: Let me start with: I'm not crazy. I often feel other's moods, and places or things that have a past. People call me when weird or bad stuff is happening in their life. And I guess that requires an explanation. My neighbor had a sister living with her and thought there might be a spirit or something in …

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Everywhereness.

The loudest I ever heard God was on a train. Alone in the open doorway of an empty railcar with my feet on the platform, waiting for the last train home. From a distance I must've looked sad. A thin girl with bright orange hair. Staring. Shivering. Smoking. My longtime ex-boyfriend and even-longertime ex-best-friend were five …

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Beryl’s Chicken Diary. (End)

(This is the last entry!!) Read from the beginning HERE. .........................   DAY NINETEEN 100% chance.   It rained all night. All morning. All afternoon. And it’s still raining. Passing cars splash baby tidal waves and rain gutters pour waterfalls. You know the sound. The girls are huddled together, dry under the porch awning, waiting it out. …

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Beryl’s Chicken Diary. (9)

Read from the beginning HERE. ..................   DAY SEVENTEEN a chicken called Wanda   Tonight I’m in Ollie’s old bed, watching Sophia play. Her room is way better than the bathtub. There’s so much to look at! Twinkly lights, gilded peacock wallpaper, bits of yarn, rainbow pens, swirly fan, picture books, Pokemon cards, soft poofy …

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Beryl’s Chicken Diary. (8)

Read from the beginning HERE. ...................   DAY FIFTEEN mac-n-cheese   This morning I flew out of the tub and waited by the back door. Jennifer smiled super big then let me out with some fresh water and last night’s macaroni and cheese. Ollie came by and sniffed so we shared it. Then we laid …

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Beryl’s Chicken Diary. (7)

Read from the beginning HERE. ............... DAY THIRTEEN Ollie Jennifer put me outside for a long time today. I don’t want her to forget she’s a chicken! she declared, which is the dumbest thing I ever heard. If she spent ten days outside, would she forget she’s human? Christopher says she never forgets anything, so I …

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Beryl’s Chicken Diary. (6)

Read from the beginning HERE. ................   DAY ELEVEN trapped   Ol' spider finally trapped some food tonight. I’m relieved actually, she was looking a little pale. —still.  Desperate buzzing is a very sad noise. That poor fly tried to escape, tangling deeper as she inched close, creeping in such a way, I felt glad to be down here. I …

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Beryl’s Chicken Diary. (5)

Read from the beginning HERE. .........   DAY NINE Jennifer’s poor choices The humans have a girl hatchling, Sophia. She has very busy hands and hair like a bird’s nest. Everyday she sprays me with oil of the tea trees.  She also taps my torn comb with a delicate contraption called a Q-tip. I enjoy her …

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