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Bettie MacIntyre

My Grandmother, the Crone

The following story is about a tender bond between an elderly grandmother and a young girl, a bond that transcends generations. In her later years, the grandmother had a new role: nurturing a young life, her infant granddaughter. To put your mind at ease, the little girl in this story is none other than me. […]

Metamorphosis

To me, the word ‘Metamorphosis’ is a colorful melodic noun that has awakened the vocality of my studdering impediment.’ Today’s the day I change and give the mighty Monarch its rightful reign as thoughts of yesteryear memories of the Elephant Mountains, a quaint old country town, and the changes a spinster schoolteacher has made in […]