Meredith Harmon
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Mix equal parts anthropologist, biologist, geologist, and artisan, stir and heat in the heart of Pennsylvania Dutch country, sprinkle with a heaping pile of odd life experiences. Half-baked.
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Choosing the Bear
I wasn’t expecting this. I had to go into town for eggs. Normally, Bessie and Judith and Norbert give me enough that this is never a problem, but for some reason they all got broody at the same time. The fact that there’s a handsome pheasant hanging around the cottage, strutting around like he’s “actually a peacock you know.” Yes, he actually said that. So of course the hens are clucking away. Not that anything will come of it, of course, but, the instincts die hard.
By Meredith Harmon6 days ago in Fiction
Bolly Me Not on the Lone Prairie
My hoss was restless when I woke. Snortin’ and stampin’ something fierce, grumblin’ and whinnyin’, champin’ at the bit. I glanced around camp. Everything looked normal, at first. Cookie already cooking flapjacks and gritty coffee. Butch already with the wheezes, humming into that old harmonica of his, like he allus did, soon’s the sun comes up. Clive whittling by the fahr, same as allus.
By Meredith Harmon24 days ago in Fiction
