I've lived here ... my whole life. It's where I lost all my baby teeth. Where tiny hamster, gerbil, and bird skeletons lie in rotted-out cardboard coffins beneath the oak tree in our backyard. Also where, if some future archaeologist goes digging, they'll find the remains of a plush toy: a gray terrier named Toto I buried after the accident.
Jennifer McMahonTags: home
Sometimes what a person needs most is to be forgiven.
Jennifer McMahonTags: forgiveness
the dead can blame
Jennifer McMahonAnd deep down, she felt like maybe she didn't deserve it-that she belonged with the petty thieves and guys who drank Pabst Blue Ribbon for breakfast
Jennifer McMahonTags: relationships don-t-breathe-a-word
Storytelling wasn't about making things up. It was more like inviting the stories to come through her, let themselves be told.
Jennifer McMahonTags: storytelling
...they were exactly what the other needed; the missing piece that made everything else magically click into place.
Jennifer McMahonLisa smiled. 'You know how sometimes, you catch the faintest hint of movement in the corner of your eye, then you blink and it's gone? That's them.
Jennifer McMahonTags: fairies
The world was full of dangers now that she was pregnant: mercury in tuna, hot tubs, beer, secondhand smoke, over-the-counter medicine. Not to mention crazy baby-abducting fairy kings.
Jennifer McMahonThink of me. Remember me. Love me.
Jennifer McMahonWhat if things happened to you—special, magic things—because you’d been preparing for them?
Jennifer McMahonTags: storytelling magic
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