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Mandy Haynes

author of literary fiction with a southern drawl

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    • Walking the Wrong Way Home
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    • OLIVER
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    • 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.”

Tag: kids

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.

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?"

Growing up is overrated

on July 23, 2018July 23, 2018 By The Rube Raconteur 5 Comments

I met a ten year old boy who has cologne but he says he keeps it in his drawer now. I took the bait. "Why do you keep it in your drawer?" Him "Well I was dating the prettiest girl in third grade until she gave me a list of books she wanted me to [...]

When I was "pitcher taker "

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

At the end of the study I looked at her mom and said, "Your daughter is going to be covered in ink from under her chin to the tops of her feet by the time she's twenty."

Great advice from Shooter

on June 27, 2018June 27, 2018 By The Rube Raconteur 4 Comments

"Kid, you're wearing me out. I'm old." "You're not old!" Disgusted look on his face. I showed him my wide streaks of gray hair to prove it.

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.

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.

Hopeful

on May 28, 2018May 28, 2018 By The Rube Raconteur 7 Comments

Thanks to sixteen years in pediatrics and all of the great kids I met- I have hope that they are more aware, more considerate,  and way smarter than we give them credit for. 

The universe knows…

on May 21, 2018May 21, 2018 By The Rube Raconteur 7 Comments

The next night the gift came in the form of a fireball shooting nun celebrating her retirement from St. Bernard's at Lipstick Lounge.

Gangs, Pain and Automobiles

on May 14, 2018May 14, 2018 By The Rube Raconteur 4 Comments

I met a boy. Another underage kid with some detailed, well done tattoos. He was sixteen, but big for his age. With his height and his tattoos he could easily pass for eighteen - or twenty, but when he smiled at me he looked like a little boy. A kid. He was nervous so I [...]

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