Posts by Ann Garvin
Sneak Peek expires in one week.
Sneak Peek expires in one week. THERE’S NO COMING BACK FROM THIS. CHAPTER ONE: The Last Tug On A String I half-jogged, half-walked to catch up with my seventeen-year-old daughter, Robyn, at Chicago O’Hare Airport and all I could think about was how a person can disappear from their own life and not even know…
Read MoreWhat Does Dead Dad Think Now?
What Does Dead Dad Think Now? Fred Wertz, my dad, picked up every penny he saw during his daily walks. At a nimble eighty-six he’d swoop down mid-sentence and scoop up a penny, barely breaking the cadence of his step. If he walked without me my father would call to chat and report his found…
Read MoreHow a Slugfest Became a Lovefest
How a Slugfest Became a Lovefest You either love me or hate me. There’s no in-between. I’m not an in-between kind of person. I’m noisy and laugh too loudly. I’m jokey, and I tear up easily. I can be unconventional. But I’m a tender-hearted soul and I have a story to tell you about love…
Read MoreA Free Nutrition Book For Writers.
A Free Nutrition Book For Writers: Because butts in chairs are hard on hearts and butts. Instructions: Open up a new text on your phone In the To: section type the number 66866 In the text message area type garvin You will get a message from me Next, Put Your email in! You will receive…
Read MoreWhat’s The Difference Between Moving On and Letting Go?
What’s the difference between moving on and letting go? Oof, this is a biggie. Because I just did both and we need to talk about it. You might have feelings about what I let go of–I’d love to hear what you’ve let go of lately. I woke up on the morning of January 9th of…
Read MoreChapter One: Hear Me Out
Chapter One Hear Me Out (*Catch-up Here) Heather’s best friend Chelsea was a bloodhound for plot holes, fallacies, and faulty arguments. She could sniff out a rationalization before Heather could order a cold brew, throw it back, and formulate a rebuttal. Heather arrived early for their lunch date, sipping coffee and going over her talking…
Read MoreI’m Feeling A Little Sad For Men
Today I’m feeling a little sad for men. [Tweet “Today I’m feeling a little sad for men. Hear me out”] I admit I have taken my fair share of swipes at men over the years. I almost can’t help myself. Men are the low-hanging fruit of humor, mostly because they are so consistent. For example,…
Read MoreA Gentle Story Not a Sexy Story
A Gentle Story Not a Sexy Story I wish this was a sexy story about sexy things but it is not. Writing, binging sleep, and doing it all again the next day is decidedly not sexy. And, it’s a bit isolating if I’m honest. Daylight savings, cold weather, varients etc… keep a girl quiet and…
Read MoreHere’s a story I don’t tell very often.
Here’s a story I don’t tell very often, but it’s time. Hear me out, you’ll see why at the end. Click for the background Soundtrack here I’m six years old and it’s Christmas morning. The gifts have been opened. My father is sitting in the bedroom reading. Is he in a good mood? Is he…
Read MoreI Owe You.
I think I owe you a follow-up story to the – my ex-husband moved into my basement for two weeks, and he ate a lot – story. Since we last connected, my former husband lived with me for a few weeks to get back on his feet after a health catastrophe in July and August…
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