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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Braids and Coils
The gathering was small this year. Many tribes stayed home, or very close to home, to defend and rebuild. Many, many people were taken by the raids from the outsiders. Most should be buried with their ancestors now...well, those that could be found. Many younglings were missing as well. It did not bode well, though the outsiders had now been quiet for the last few months.
By Meredith Harmon4 years ago in Fiction
The Back Room
It had never occurred to me before, really. I've had blind spots like this my entire life, plus, I'm not really one to peek and pry into corners, or behind Employees Only doors. Everyone is entitled to places where they're not on display for my personal benefit, so why should I go where I don't belong?
By Meredith Harmon4 years ago in Petlife
The Wells of Gems
I'd been finding sparkly rocks for as long as I can remember. My mother hated me for it. No matter where I went, down to the brook or up the path to visit Granny or into town, I'd come back with a bit of stone that flashed light in my eyes as I walked. I kept them in the bottom of the bed box - who would care but me what I slept on? I cleaned out the rushes regularly and kept it tidy, so why should she care? But she threw out my rocks twice. I found them all the first time, since she just tossed them at the edge of the meadow. The second time she had to fish me out of the brook, many times, screaming. Father had to holler at her something fierce because she kept dragging me back to the house, and I'd leave to fetch more of my pretties, and he finally threatened to tie her to something and let me be. If I was hurting no one, and it didn't dirty the house, what was her problem?
By Meredith Harmon4 years ago in Fiction
The Long Journey
I have empty nest syndrome. I miss my little flutters. Last year, during the pandemic lockdown, I spent more and more time in my garden. I graduated college with a biology degree, though my career has more focused on geology and metallurgy than the organics in the system. Walking among the plants three generations of my family planted gave me a good respite from the constant reminders of mortality.
By Meredith Harmon4 years ago in Petlife
Linen Versus Cotton
I know you want an edge-of-the-seat page turner for this challenge, but I cannot. I've only told that story a few times, and I've always lost that friendship because inevitably they come to believe that it's so fantastic that I must be making it up. Sorry, I'm not putting myself out there on the interwebs with that track record. So, instead, a hopepunk story - brew up a cup of a warm toasty beverage for this one:
By Meredith Harmon4 years ago in Lifehack
Where's Your Sweater?
Don't ever let me get bored. My creative (insane?) brain absolutely hates being bored, and will invent things just to stay active. Normally, I can channel these impulses into research for a jewelry or craft project, but when I'm trapped....
By Meredith Harmon4 years ago in Confessions
Not So Random Fandom
Ooh, this one's a toughie. Pick the best fandom, defend your choice against all comers? Suddenly I'm reminded of the great George Takei, whose comment on the Star Trek versus Star Wars schism is the perfect summation of the subject (I'm paraphrasing): "We must join forces and unite against our common enemy - Twilight!"
By Meredith Harmon4 years ago in Fiction
