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Mo Reynolds

Storyteller. Writer. Speaker

 
 

The Truth, and Nothing But the Truth

*Names have been changed to protect the innocent So, once upon a time there was this girl, we'll just call her Megan. Megan was in high...

Communication is. . . . difficult.

I didn't date much in high school. I accepted my cluelessness about the opposite sex, but didn't realize its depth until I went to...

Accepting Contradictions

If I'm going to reach my 50 book goal this year, I'm going to have to give myself some grace and allow at least a few repeat...

To Whom It May Concern

February 2004 Raleigh NC Dear Mom, I've been on this earth now for a week and I have to say, I'm having a hard time. Something keeps...

Home is Where the Rocks Sing

I grew up on an old tobacco farm in North Carolina. We never grew a thing, but oh did I love that land. We had a zip line from one barn...

Stacks of Stories

No matter how thin the pancake, it always has two sides. Someone deep said that once. I'll add this next level deep thought: Humans are...

Unreliable Narrators

It seems a new trend these days for writers to craft their novels with several narrators taking turns. I like the trend and I especially...