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Pam Reeder
Bio
Stifled wordsmith re-embracing my creativity. I like to write stories that tap into raw human emotions.
Author of "Bristow Spirits on Route 66", magazine articles, four books under a pen name, technical writing, stories for my grandkids.
Stories (141/0)
A Passel of Cats and Then Some
Oh my goodness? How many are there? There must surely be a passel of cats and then some! The neighbor came over and actually admitted that he had been using binoculars to try to determine how many cats hang out at our place. And he wanted to know if they were all ours. We laughed. He's so silly. Anybody that's ever been around cats knows that you don't own cats. They own you!
By Pam Reeder3 years ago in Petlife
The Day My Eight Year Old Self Killed A Shark
I killed a shark when I was eight years old. Looking back I see the shame of it. But at the time it was a source of pride. It was me and a gang of other boys in a "Lord of the Flies" kind of moment. The shark had done nothing to us. It's only crime was being a shark in the wrong place at the right time and us believing it was a threat. And truthfully, I suppose it was, but not really through any fault of its own.
By Pam Reeder3 years ago in Fiction
"A Fine & Private Place"
I don't know that it would be fair to actually call this a book review. Perhaps it is more a fond ramble about a book that made an impact on me in my early teens. Out of all the books I read at that age, there are only a few that I remember titles to. "The Ghost of Dibble Hollow", "The Spoon River Anthology", and then this one: "A Fine and Private Place." I've even always remembered the author's name on this one - Peter S. Beagle.
By Pam Reeder3 years ago in Geeks