Sonja Writes

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Essays on books, the writing life, small-town water, and the strange business of being a person. New notes land on the newsletter first.

Ballet dancers on stage

Middle-aged Ballet

            “Here for a fitting?”             “If you have time. I don’t have an appointment.”             “We have time. Come on back.” The uneven…

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A misty autumn forest lane

MindfulL

My sneakers grind against the sand-strewn pavement which is damp from the morning dew. It is early, the sun not yet above the trees…

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A single lit candle in a dark room

The Dreaded Day

            Staying in bed is what I long to do, but this is not possible with two children, two dogs, and a husband who…

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A cup of coffee beside an open book

Which Face Is True

A wry, grief com about secrets, scandals, and gutted houses. Selected for the Inkshares “Break the Bechdel with Strong Female Characters” syndicate. Anna and…

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A fountain pen resting on writing paper

A Request

Friends and followers: My June blog will be up soon. In the meantime, a request! I have an opportunity to publish my book, House…

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Two women talking at a wooden table

The Sisterhood

  It is a hard day. I can’t say it is the hardest, because over the past two years there have been many indescribably…

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A misty autumn forest lane

Nebula

            It’s those big blue eyes; so expressive and intense, a window into the mind of a kind-hearted boy. They are my kryptonite, those…

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Snow-covered houses at dusk

A Holiday Fairy Tale, The Finale

There wasn’t time to consider Greta’s question. Maria called through the cavern, her voice echoing.             “You are free, creatures! Go! Find your families.”…

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Snow-covered houses at dusk

A Holiday Fairy Tale, Part Four

            Down, down, down, they went into the darkness. Hilda led the way, carrying a torch that made strange shadows dance across the walls.…

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Snow-covered houses at dusk

A Holiday Fairy Tale, Part Three

            Maria pulled the blanket from the rod over the doorway.             “Here. Wrap yourself in this.”             Greta complied as she blinked hard…

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