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Parental License

John and Cathy sat at the kitchen table for supper. It was their habit to spend time at the end of the day to catch up with each other. 371 more words


Playing With Liquids

“Look, momma! I’m just staring at the glasses and the juices are moving away from me!” I glanced up from my work, annoyed that my son had yet again dragged me out of my work. 256 more words


Hair Soliloquy #6: The Secret Struggles of Head Lice

“He who sits in the house all the time may be the greatest vagrant of all; but the saunterer, in the good sense, is no more vagrant than the meandering river, which is all the while sedulously seeking the shortest course to the sea” Henry David Thoreau. 984 more words


To Look Away

The first dead bird that I saw when I was three fascinated me.

I wanted to cut it open with a rock to see what was inside. 1,228 more words

Jenn McKay Blog


Envy is the Hell of no fire with the flames of no heat, yet leaves countless scars on the seared skin of the simple. Such is the lot of a king on Earth. 314 more words

Short Fiction

A Secret Life of the Red-Headed Stepchild

My compilation of blog posts and a selection of short short fiction is now available on Amazon. A project of several years of writing, editing, and revision, it’s a product of my fertile imagination and angst. 7 more words