Writing on Shine

Chapter 14- The Women of Chestnut Street

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Lisa listened in the dark. Thomas’ breathing was shallow and quick, not deep and long. He was just pretending to be asleep.

She’d tried everything: explaining, sympathizing, rationalizing…nothing worked. He’d still said less than 8 words to her all night and four of them had been,…

Chapter 13- The Women of Chestnut Street

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River and Oliver slowly walked through the grocery store aisles, hand in hand. Naomi lay peacefully on her mother’s chest in a tan carrier.

They stopped next to the dry foods bin and River began to cautiously fill a small reusable bag with organic red lentils. Now that they were a…

Chapter 12- The Women of Chestnut Street

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By evening, Dawn was reeling with emotion from her charged brunch with Meeghan and confrontational phone call with Lisa.

She could barely enjoy the party. Dawn surveyed the crowd: waiters carrying precariously perched glasses of champagne and a variety of exotic looking hors d’oeuvres…

Chapter 11- The Women of Chestnut Street

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Meeghan sat on her closet floor surrounded by designers labels. In college she’d always dreamed of being surrounded by high fashion. She’d hold her sketchbook to her chest and dream about a closet full of what she called “Italian lovers.”

Now as Meeghan surveyed the wreckage that…

Chapter 10- The Women of Chestnut Street

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The sound of the ringing phone cut through Lisa’s thoughts.

She dove for the receiver, not wanting Grace to wake up early from her nap. There are few things she feared; an overtired baby was one of them.

“Meeghan is getting a divorce,” the words tumbled out of Dawn’s…

Chapter 9- The Women of Chestnut Street

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Lisa opened her apartment door. There River stood. Her tear stained cheeks and desperate eyes were a far cry from the Amazonian Super Mom that had just stormed out of her work meeting.

“I quit.”

“Thank God.”

River fell into Lisa’s arms, surprising her friend who…

Chapter Eight- The Women of Chestnut Street

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River was late. It’d been a long night of nursing baby Naomi. It turns out that teething is just as painful for mom as it is for child. Running on less than 3 hours of sleep she barely managed to get dressed. It wasn’t until she’d left that house that her mismatched flip flops, missing…

Chapter Seven- The Women of Chestnut Street

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Soft blue and white swirly waves gently slipped up the beach’s shore and down again only barely touching Dawn’s toes. She sank into the warm sand.

A waiter wearing a white jacket and Hawaiian shorts appeared.

“Another piña colada,