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Lindsay Brown is a humour writer who lives in Lethbridge, Alberta, with her husband and two children. Her work can be found on The Good Men Project, Defenestration: A Literary Magazine Dedicated to Humor, The Maine Review and The Dead Mule School.
There is a heavy pulse beating alongside my guts. As the days roll on, the rhythm grows louder, resolutely shrieking truths about the deep-seated need to pare down the extras of life. "When I first...
Prevention is key to surviving the dreaded seagull attack, my friends. Unfortunately, nobody ever told me this when I was young. So when my parents said, "We're moving to Sylvan Lake!" I was excited...
"You'll never guess what I saw today while walking Lucy at the park. It was amazing!" I say this to my husband as I hand him two NyQuil's while also trying to stay as physically far away from him as...
Safe and healthy ways I lost weight by engaging in everyday activities.
Southern Legitimacy Statement: Dear editors at The Dead Mule, Have I ever told you how much I love the South? Probably not, because we've never met. I live all the way up here in Alberta, Canada and have so much appreciation for the Southern United States having a food background and a taste for home-cooking.
I am ten years old, and my uncle is tickling me. I hate it so much. I'm crying but also laughing because this is the thing I do when I am uncomfortable. I don't know why or how this came to be, but...
We eat well. There is duck (freezer burned) thawing in the sink. I found it in the discount bin at the No Frills market. My husband, James, is making Duck A l'Orange for dinner. We stand side by side in our galley way kitchen, bodies close as we cook for our ...
Dec 20th, 2019 | By Defenestration | Category:Poetry Sixteen dollars; the amount of money I spent on shampoo and conditioner last week. It was that charcoal kind that's meant for damaged hair. Sixteen dollars is too much money to spend on hair care products, my husband says.
Maybe it started on June 28th, 2019. That's when the kids began their first day of summer holidays. Anticipation melted off of them like an ice cream cone left for dead on a hot summer sidewalk. My husband, Jamie, was smack dab in the middle of his railroad conductor training.