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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The Fortune Tellers
At least she could make good bread. Marya made herself useful to the family that saved her and her brother. It took many days and thousands of questions to reach their village well away from the border, and the little house they called home. It did not take long to have then help her set up an oven, and she quickly gained a reputation as the best village baker.
By Meredith Harmon3 years ago in Fiction
The Fortune Tellers
Marya was having a Very Bad Morning. Nothing was going right. Her brother fought and kicked and hit when she tried to dress and feed him. She tripped and fell twice while getting ready for work, and had to waste precious water scrubbing her hands clean. The politz and their Dogs were rather sharp and thick on the streets today, and a few seemed to swing around and sniff the air after she passed by.
By Meredith Harmon3 years ago in Fiction
The Fortune Tellers
She shuffled the cards nervously. Technically, she wasn't supposed to. Only the questioner should touch them. She knew that; she'd been telling fortunes for a very long time. She'd been told she had more than a touch of gift, whatever that was supposed to mean. Her mother had some of it, her granny had it in double spades, ha ha. They'd always told her the object you use isn't important, just what you saw, and how you gave that information.
By Meredith Harmon3 years ago in Fiction
Red as Blood, White as Snow
Skeletons were scattered in the courtyard, and throughout the castle. Even more hung impaled by lush rose branches. His carefully chosen armor was shredded; the wicked thorns were quite effective. He was bleeding, but he could finish what he started. He was already farther than most had ever achieved.
By Meredith Harmon3 years ago in Fiction
Changeling
Being shut in the crystal cave was overwritten; I just needed an abrupt exit from Camelot. Time to start a new legend. When I met that woodcarver after leaving Wenceslaus, I got it! The funniest thing is so many don't see the correlation, even when both books are side by side. The hat shape, the beard length, the long flowing robes. Add magic? No problem, I'm Merlin!
By Meredith Harmon3 years ago in Fiction
It's Only Superstition
I'm about to out some family members. Luckily they don't read my stories, because otherwise I'd be in a lot of trouble. But I'm not here to mock them. Just the opposite - I want to show how things can shift from one generation to another, and its long-lasting effects.
By Meredith Harmon3 years ago in Families
The High Cow Story
Happy meal, anyone? I grew up in a tiny town where everyone knows everyone. Well, more correctly, everyone was related to everyone in some way. And when your mother's a school teacher, and the town is divided between not one, not two, but three different school districts, you can't get away with jack over diddly. Everyone's a gossip.
By Meredith Harmon3 years ago in Families
Penalties Incurred for Inappropriate Use of Hot Sauce
Another tale of Crazy Friend John, when he lost to a bottle of hot sauce. To be fair, honestly, losing to a bottle of hot sauce could happen to anyone. But when your nickname is, in fact, Crazy Friend, you know there's a story lurking somewhere under a shimmering red oily surface.
By Meredith Harmon3 years ago in Lifehack
Husbandry. Top Story - April 2023.
Bear with me. What I thought was a chance encounter with a fellow toddler turned out to be more important than I ever thought at the time, and even for the first sixteen-plus years of my life, didn't fully figure out. I'll tell it to you as I remember it now, not as my tiny brain recorded it then.
By Meredith Harmon3 years ago in Families
