Meredith Harmon
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Mix equal parts anthropologist, biologist, geologist, and artisan, stir and heat in the heart of Pennsylvania Dutch country, sprinkle with a heaping pile of odd life experiences. Half-baked.
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Coprolites! It was the only thing Sisslingar could think of at the moment that would encapsulate his mood. He didn't know! He wasn't told! But apparently now that he's all grown up and the mating urge is so strong, there's another coprolitic test that he has to go through before he can, well, mate with his intended.
By Meredith Harmon3 years ago in Fiction
At Least It's Not a Gazebo
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. I wasn't surprised, really, not at first. It's not that far a walk from here to the spine of the Appalachian Trail, so there's many a hiker passing through stop here instead of at the campsites. Most of us are on this trail to get away from humans, so why would we want to cluster together every night? And sometimes those way stations get too close for comfort, and someone's gonna snore too loud, and the floor's hard, and someone's elbow is gonna dig you in the ribs. Yeah, I speak from experience.
By Meredith Harmon4 years ago in Fiction
The Other Genetic Heritage
Some genetic traits are easy. Eye color? Check - both parents have lovely blue eyes, and I got the hazel variety. Hair color? Check - Mom's side of the family has the color-changing blond / brunette / blond / brunette / red / dyspeptic skunk thing going for at least four generations that I know of. (That last color shift is when the white streak starts laterally, crosswise, and spreads forwards and backwards. because my family can never do anything the normal way.) Heart disease? Check, everyone on Dad's side of the family. You-know-what eating grin? Like someone did a cut-and-paste of Dad's smile, and gave it to me as well. No denying that I was his kid, that's for sure!
By Meredith Harmon4 years ago in Families
Censored Fireworks
Ahh, Censored Fireworks......name of my new band. Come with me, through the tunnels of my strange memory, at least two decades ago. I belong to a middle ages re-enactment group, and we love any excuse for a party (gather) to, well, party! We'd do funky crafts, and eat and drink an unusual potluck of food and beverage - half of them modern foods, half of them period dishes we'd reconstruct from a few surviving cookbooks.
By Meredith Harmon4 years ago in Feast
