The Kiss Before the Kiss Before the Kiss by Deb Tish

My first kiss cannot be discussed without first revealing the kiss before the kiss. And the kiss before that.  Seventh grade was nearly over and my secret love for Mike LaMarche was at its peak. I had exactly five days to win his love, and if I didn’t, I’d be spending the entire summer wondering what I could have, should have, done differently. So, I spent every daylight hour after…

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First Kiss By Deb Anna

Ah, my first kiss. His name was Luke. Branson School lower parking lot. After a Christmas tree lighting event which I was attending despite my Jewishness because I’m the second least observant Jew in the world — the first being my mother, who at that moment was still standing at the Christmas tree making small talk with the other mothers and probably looking for me. Most of the details of…

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Always Tip Your Waiter – by Deb Kristy

First, a big squishy Debutante thank-you to Mia King for taking over last Saturday (hence my appearance here on Mia’s usual Thursday!). Did you all miss me? You did, didn’t you? You were bereft; you were nearly catatonic at the thought of getting through your weekend without the benefit of Deb Kristy’s words of wit and wisdom, right? Or did you even notice? What else don’t we notice? Some people…

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Names Changed to Protect the Translucent by Deb Tish

Our last house showed terribly at first glance. It had sixty-year-old foil wallpaper, smoked mirror dining room walls and the basement that time forgot. But what it did have was seriously good bones; gorgeous worn floorboards, high ceilings, curved crown moldings and arched doorways. In other words, if you squinted just right, it was stunning. The couple who owned it, we’ll call them the Zuckermans, had lived there for 50 years—happy…

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Bestselling – Best Writing – Best Living by Deb Mia

The things we do for our craft — Deb Kristy is en route to her home base in Florida after traveling on behalf of her debut novel, CATCHING GENIUS. As I write this, she is stranded in Kentucky, or maybe Detroit, dreaming about posting on our grog today (who doesn’t dream about posting our on our grog?!). When I’m caught off-guard with my kids, I’ll throw in a video to…

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