Megan @ Sugar Pig
@sugarpigblog.bsky.social
Mother, sometime writer, mediocre flute player, misplaced Texan. Words in more than two dozen literary magazines and counting.
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Our nonfiction story of the week is Tori and Me by Megan Hanlon @sugarpigblog.bsky.social
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Tori and Me - The Forge Literary Magazine
Tori and Me, creative nonfiction by Megan Hanlon
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"Tori Amos and I live in a foster house off of Texas Highway 321. It’s temporary in the sense that we don’t matter."
This piece is a triumph - that I wrote it, that I published it, that I survived it.
Unending thanks to @theforge.bsky.social for choosing it.
Please give it a read.
This piece is a triumph - that I wrote it, that I published it, that I survived it.
Unending thanks to @theforge.bsky.social for choosing it.
Please give it a read.
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Today's count until entries open is SIX armadillos! The excitement is well and truly mounting at Welkin HQ!
There are now just eight maids-a-milking until the #WelkinWritingPrize is open for entries once again. Hope you're busy scribbling your stories.
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November 25, 2025 at 8:40 AM
Today's count until entries open is SIX armadillos! The excitement is well and truly mounting at Welkin HQ!
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Begin your week with this brilliant (and very timely) CNF by @thorntonforreal.bsky.social in Issue 2. literarynamjooning.wixsite.com/litnam/post/...
#namjooning #namjooningbutliterary
#namjooning #namjooningbutliterary
November 24, 2025 at 8:38 AM
Begin your week with this brilliant (and very timely) CNF by @thorntonforreal.bsky.social in Issue 2. literarynamjooning.wixsite.com/litnam/post/...
#namjooning #namjooningbutliterary
#namjooning #namjooningbutliterary
Today would have been my mother's 75th birthday. And so, a poem.
November 24, 2025 at 12:09 AM
Today would have been my mother's 75th birthday. And so, a poem.
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"Add wet ingredients to dry ingredients and stir to combine grief with anger, relief with trauma, her eyes with yours."
"In a bowl hollow as your heart, sift together dry ingredients. Watch what once was familiar spread and scatter until it becomes something else. Pinpricks of essence in a sea of white tedium. Set it aside and keep going."
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How to Make Pumpkin Bread 15 Years Later
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<p>Dig out the recipe your mother scrawled on a pale yellow Post-It note, one ...
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November 21, 2025 at 5:31 PM
"Add wet ingredients to dry ingredients and stir to combine grief with anger, relief with trauma, her eyes with yours."
"Add wet ingredients to dry ingredients and stir to combine grief with anger, relief with trauma, her eyes with yours."
"In a bowl hollow as your heart, sift together dry ingredients. Watch what once was familiar spread and scatter until it becomes something else. Pinpricks of essence in a sea of white tedium. Set it aside and keep going."
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How to Make Pumpkin Bread 15 Years Later
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<p>Dig out the recipe your mother scrawled on a pale yellow Post-It note, one ...
www.muthamagazine.com
November 21, 2025 at 5:31 PM
"Add wet ingredients to dry ingredients and stir to combine grief with anger, relief with trauma, her eyes with yours."
"In a bowl hollow as your heart, sift together dry ingredients. Watch what once was familiar spread and scatter until it becomes something else. Pinpricks of essence in a sea of white tedium. Set it aside and keep going."
@muthamagazine.bsky.social
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How to Make Pumpkin Bread 15 Years Later
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<p>Dig out the recipe your mother scrawled on a pale yellow Post-It note, one ...
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November 20, 2025 at 4:53 PM
"In a bowl hollow as your heart, sift together dry ingredients. Watch what once was familiar spread and scatter until it becomes something else. Pinpricks of essence in a sea of white tedium. Set it aside and keep going."
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Autocorrect changed garlic to farcical, in case you're wondering how I'm doing
November 19, 2025 at 6:02 PM
Autocorrect changed garlic to farcical, in case you're wondering how I'm doing
"a woman pauses from sorting clothes beside her makeshift tent, blue tarps fluttering in the wind, and something loosens inside her"
The most beautiful thing I'll read all day
The most beautiful thing I'll read all day
Player by @claudiamonpere.bsky.social
“The swollen traffic comes and goes. The heart roosts where it can.”
“The swollen traffic comes and goes. The heart roosts where it can.”
Player - Gooseberry Pie Lit Magazine
Photo by Paul Arky on Unsplash by Claudia Monpere A piano tilts on the dirt beside a freeway entrance like an unbalanced stilt walker: chipped keys, case body cracked, chunks of wood missing, and stil...
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November 18, 2025 at 12:17 PM
"a woman pauses from sorting clothes beside her makeshift tent, blue tarps fluttering in the wind, and something loosens inside her"
The most beautiful thing I'll read all day
The most beautiful thing I'll read all day
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I can’t believe how stupid everything is
November 17, 2025 at 11:27 PM
I can’t believe how stupid everything is
From the #quote book this week, in memory of my mother: "some days I miss you softly like background music / some days I miss you like a scream" -Lilly-Ann Rohde
November 17, 2025 at 1:53 PM
From the #quote book this week, in memory of my mother: "some days I miss you softly like background music / some days I miss you like a scream" -Lilly-Ann Rohde
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"It was taking care not to touch the metal door with its unsoftened corners that would singe and scratch – even what helps can hurt sometimes."
"...crouching before the blue god of short flames in his black metal cave, winking at me like a dozen butterfly wings, sucking moisture from my lips in return for brief comfort."
Read my latest CNF in @cowboyjamboree.bsky.social
www.cowboyjamboreemagazine.com/dressing-in-...
Read my latest CNF in @cowboyjamboree.bsky.social
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November 15, 2025 at 5:09 PM
"It was taking care not to touch the metal door with its unsoftened corners that would singe and scratch – even what helps can hurt sometimes."
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Last day to submit to issue 4! templeinacity.com/submit-writi...
a man with a backpack says it 's now or never at the airport
Alt: Sam with a backpack says it 's now or never at the airport
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November 15, 2025 at 3:15 PM
Last day to submit to issue 4! templeinacity.com/submit-writi...
"Maxine’s soul sings to survive."
That twist!
That twist!
I'm so grateful to @anwinkle.bsky.social for giving my weird tale a home in Cowboy Jamboree @cowboyjamboree.bsky.social
'By the time she turns fifteen, green-haired Maxine’s irritation itches like the wool jumpers of her childhood.'
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'By the time she turns fifteen, green-haired Maxine’s irritation itches like the wool jumpers of her childhood.'
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The Cat in the Guest Bedroom
The Cat in the Guest Bedroom by Delphine Gauthier-Georgakopoulos CW: Child Abuse & Mental Health Their mother had prayed for a son. His name would have been Arthur—a strong name for a strong...
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November 15, 2025 at 5:37 PM
"Maxine’s soul sings to survive."
That twist!
That twist!
"It was taking care not to touch the metal door with its unsoftened corners that would singe and scratch – even what helps can hurt sometimes."
"...crouching before the blue god of short flames in his black metal cave, winking at me like a dozen butterfly wings, sucking moisture from my lips in return for brief comfort."
Read my latest CNF in @cowboyjamboree.bsky.social
www.cowboyjamboreemagazine.com/dressing-in-...
Read my latest CNF in @cowboyjamboree.bsky.social
www.cowboyjamboreemagazine.com/dressing-in-...
November 15, 2025 at 5:09 PM
"It was taking care not to touch the metal door with its unsoftened corners that would singe and scratch – even what helps can hurt sometimes."
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What a terrible day to know how to read
November 14, 2025 at 6:21 PM
What a terrible day to know how to read
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I think we need to stop calling it empathy and go back to calling it decency. It isn't a favour you're doing someone else, it's you proving that you aren't a fucking ghoul
November 7, 2025 at 2:09 PM
I think we need to stop calling it empathy and go back to calling it decency. It isn't a favour you're doing someone else, it's you proving that you aren't a fucking ghoul
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What a build. What a final line.
From @victoriachang.bsky.social's book, The Trees Witness Everything: bookshop.org/a/862/9781556596322
#poem #books #writing
From @victoriachang.bsky.social's book, The Trees Witness Everything: bookshop.org/a/862/9781556596322
#poem #books #writing
November 14, 2025 at 5:48 PM
What a build. What a final line.
From @victoriachang.bsky.social's book, The Trees Witness Everything: bookshop.org/a/862/9781556596322
#poem #books #writing
From @victoriachang.bsky.social's book, The Trees Witness Everything: bookshop.org/a/862/9781556596322
#poem #books #writing
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"...crouching before the blue god of short flames in his black metal cave, winking at me like a dozen butterfly wings, sucking moisture from my lips in return for brief comfort."
Read my latest CNF in @cowboyjamboree.bsky.social
www.cowboyjamboreemagazine.com/dressing-in-...
Read my latest CNF in @cowboyjamboree.bsky.social
www.cowboyjamboreemagazine.com/dressing-in-...
November 13, 2025 at 4:13 PM
"...crouching before the blue god of short flames in his black metal cave, winking at me like a dozen butterfly wings, sucking moisture from my lips in return for brief comfort."
Read my latest CNF in @cowboyjamboree.bsky.social
www.cowboyjamboreemagazine.com/dressing-in-...
Read my latest CNF in @cowboyjamboree.bsky.social
www.cowboyjamboreemagazine.com/dressing-in-...
"...crouching before the blue god of short flames in his black metal cave, winking at me like a dozen butterfly wings, sucking moisture from my lips in return for brief comfort."
Read my latest CNF in @cowboyjamboree.bsky.social
www.cowboyjamboreemagazine.com/dressing-in-...
Read my latest CNF in @cowboyjamboree.bsky.social
www.cowboyjamboreemagazine.com/dressing-in-...
November 13, 2025 at 4:13 PM
"...crouching before the blue god of short flames in his black metal cave, winking at me like a dozen butterfly wings, sucking moisture from my lips in return for brief comfort."
Read my latest CNF in @cowboyjamboree.bsky.social
www.cowboyjamboreemagazine.com/dressing-in-...
Read my latest CNF in @cowboyjamboree.bsky.social
www.cowboyjamboreemagazine.com/dressing-in-...
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The devil, having tired of the details, is in the depression
November 11, 2025 at 10:17 PM
The devil, having tired of the details, is in the depression
Snow falling on leaves
November 10, 2025 at 5:44 PM
Snow falling on leaves
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"I wanted to reach out and reverently touch it like I would have touched my mother's hand, like I did touch her face at the funeral home."
"As my own writing endeavors grew in adulthood, the typewriter became a symbol that connected my mother, words, and me. More than a tool of communication, it was a mirror through which the best of us both passed."
An essay about the weight of one typewriter.
sugar-pig.blogspot.com/2023/11/22-p...
An essay about the weight of one typewriter.
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22 Pounds of Memory
Mirth, melancholy and misadventures.
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November 7, 2025 at 11:12 PM
"I wanted to reach out and reverently touch it like I would have touched my mother's hand, like I did touch her face at the funeral home."