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Oh God, Where Are You Now? (In Pickeral Lake? Pigeon? Marquette? Mackinaw?)

I am the very worst kind of woman, the type of woman I’ve worked hard not to be. A woman who makes promises. But for all my good intentions. I was going to write about pencil skirts and bow-tie blouses and pleated dirndl skirts. Instead, I wrote my novel. I really wrote it. To the… Continue reading Oh God, Where Are You Now? (In Pickeral Lake? Pigeon? Marquette? Mackinaw?)