Edith Andersen

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The doctor was the age of my great-granddaughter. “Oh, it’s just a cold. Drink plenty of…” Two days and 150 ounces of Pellegrino later, I try a different Urgent Care. This time, the doctor pushing a computer table into the room, eyes glued on the screen, was older than me. My hacking cough must have […]

Research for my 17th century novel rerouted me to the word, paraprosdokian. It is a figure of speech, where the last part of the sentence surprises. Thirty minutes of writing goes down the Google drain with other feckless information. Wait! Maybe not. What if one of my minor characters could speak in paraprosdokian? If I […]