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Deborah J. Brasket, Author

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Deborah J. Brasket, Author

Category Archives: Short Story

Writing, A Leap of Faith

June 30, 2025

Writing—or any creative endeavor—to some extent is a leap of faith and a huge personal risk: Faith that what you …

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“When Things Go Missing” – How Absence Shapes Our Lives

May 18, 2025

Since May has been proclaimed both National Short Story Month and National Mental Health Awareness Month in the United States, …

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The Pieta & the Writer’s Palette

August 12, 2024

It’s been said that for the writer the blank page is our canvas and words our paint. But I don’t …

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The Enigma of Being Both Watcher and Watched

February 6, 2022

Enigma I am both watcherand watched.The woman walking in her gardenand the one watching her walk.Two halves, back to back.Both …

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True Ghost Stories: Growing Up in a Haunted House

October 26, 2020

Have you ever had any ghostly encounters? Each year around this time, I like to reblog a series of tales …

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13 Ways of Looking at Dying, Just Before, and the Moment After

October 10, 2017

My mother died seven years ago this month, which is also the month I was born. I wrote a short …

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The Pieta & the Writer’s Palette, Redux

August 22, 2017

It’s been said that for writers the blank page is our canvas and words our paint. But I don’t think …

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“Looking for Bobby,” or Losing & Finding Ourselves

May 17, 2015

May is short story month, and in celebration I’m posting a short story I wrote years ago and published in …

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The Light-Craving Stories of George Saunders

November 20, 2014

What is it that I love about the wildly weird, dark and dorky stories of George Saunders? Ever since reading …

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Downward into Darkness on Extended Wings

October 19, 2014

Wallace Stevens’ poem “Sunday Morning” ends with these lines: We live in an old chaos of the sun, Or old …

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After sailing around the world in a small boat for six years, I came to appreciate how tiny and insignificant we humans appear in our natural and untamed surroundings, living always on the edge of the wild, into which we are embedded even while being that thing which sets us apart. Now living again on the edge of the wild in a home that borders a nature preserve, I am re-exploring what it means to be human in a more than human world.

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