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Mandy Haynes

author of literary fiction with a southern drawl

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    • Walking the Wrong Way Home
    • Sharp as a Serpent’s Tooth Eva an Other Stories
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    • OLIVER
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    • Every author needs an outlet. Especially one that will supplement a new author’s income. If you purchase one of my felted creations, you are also supporting a starving artist. My pups and I thank you! Click on the image below to see more items. Contact puplucyblue@gmail.com for more information.
    • 2019 has been a great year!
    • It’s happening!
    • WALKING THE WRONG WAY HOME stories by Mandy Haynes
    • I’ve been missing in action, but I’m back!
    • BULLSHIT
    • Tell your story.
    • Surprise Story
    • Thinking of my little brother-the original Wild Thing
    • Busier than a centipede at a toe countin’ contest
    • It’s in the genes
    • See you on the flipside Glynda!
    • Some mistakes turn into magic
    • Making friends in unexpected places
    • “Come talk to Donna.”

Category: magic

Surprise Story

on November 30, 2018November 30, 2018 By The Rube Raconteur 2 Comments

Kati is an amazing woman. Twenty years ago she was in the Peace Corps, traveling all over Africa making friends and teaching kids.

Thinking of my little brother-the original Wild Thing

on November 25, 2018November 25, 2018 By The Rube Raconteur 5 Comments

I bought Where The Wild Things Are at a scholastic book fair in 2nd grade for my little brother. He was four years younger and my little buddy. I couldn't wait to get home and read it to him. If I played hot wheels with him first, he'd let me read to him for as [...]

It's in the genes

on October 8, 2018October 8, 2018 By The Rube Raconteur 3 Comments

Walking in Linda's back field in a pair of faded overalls and a wad of Red Man chewing tobacco in his cheek with a determined look on his face. Focused on the divining rods in his hands, he looked like a country preacher or moonshiner, serious in his business.

Some mistakes turn into magic

on September 19, 2018September 19, 2018 By The Rube Raconteur 8 Comments

I'm meeting with a doctor to schedule my hysterectomy. I'm nervous, but okay. The doctor is very kind and patient and I'm grateful. All of a sudden she looks up from the computer and asks, "Do you work for cardiology?"

Making friends in unexpected places

on September 10, 2018September 10, 2018 By The Rube Raconteur 1 Comment

So I was sitting in the ER last night beside a homeless man who had been bitten in the face by a spider. I was sick as a dog with a kidney infection. We got to be good friends after four or five hours.

"Come talk to Donna."

on September 5, 2018September 5, 2018 By The Rube Raconteur 4 Comments

She had to decide right then what she was taking and what she was leaving. All her memories out there in the yard.

I'm back! For a minute…

on September 3, 2018September 3, 2018 By The Rube Raconteur 10 Comments

Oh my word...or lack of them. Sorry to disappear, but I've been a little busy. Most of you know I bought a house aka The Shipwreck, a few months ago, but only a few people knew how much work the house needed. Well, let me fill you in. I closed on June 1st and started [...]

Life lessons from a seven year old.

on June 24, 2018June 24, 2018 By The Rube Raconteur 1 Comment

She'd taught everything they needed to know. She'd taught them compassion and trust.

An angel with dreadlocks

on June 20, 2018June 20, 2018 By The Rube Raconteur 2 Comments

She was a tiny thing with bright hazel eyes the color of a lion's, and a mane of sunbleached dreadlocks. Not a drop of makeup on her tanned skin, but she seemed to glow.

Another Monday Memory from the echolab

on June 4, 2018June 4, 2018 By The Rube Raconteur 3 Comments

He was stressed because of some new things going on that I wasn't aware of. For some reason I told him about Curly having seizures. I have no idea why that popped up but, it did.

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