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M. Billiter


Wyoming, United States

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Past articles by M.:

Blog Tour – A Divided Mind by M. Billiter

… ⇔ A Divided Mind by M. Billiter Genre: Psychological Thriller ⇔ What if the only friend you have isn’t real? When the voices in his head begin to make sense, high school senior Branson Kovac turns to the one friend he’s still got… only to discover he’s not really there. Add to Goodreads Amazon * Apple * B&N * Google * Kobo … For everyone’s concern about me hurting myself or someone, cutting… → Read More

The Mantra That Encouraged Me to Return to School as a Mom

It reminded me that if you're not doing it all perfectly, that's OK. → Read More

Billiter: Truly the daddy of ’em all

There never seems to be enough time to get to every event and watch each parade when Cheyenne Frontier Days rolls into town. Yet somehow I foolishly thought that since → Read More

Billiter: The best lesson of summer

I propped myself up in bed and looked at my husband. “Did I hear that correctly?” Ron smiled. “Coop, I’m in here with your mom.” It was the last week of school, and I was recovering from an abdominal hysterectomy when my third-grader plopped down on my bed with my old laptop. “What are you working on?” I asked. “It’s a flyer for my classmates about knowledge club. I want Ron to check it for… → Read More

Billiter: A garden for the community

No matter how many times my mother read me the story, when she finished I wanted to hear it again. After all, it began as all good stories do. → Read More

Billiter: Finding company in the Dead

We sat on the curb, waiting for the general admission line to form, when an older man walked by with a lanyard and VIP pass. → Read More

Billiter: Removing 'why' from the equation

“The question is no longer why. Why did I get breast cancer? Why did this happen? ‘Why’ questions lead to dead-end roads,” she said. → Read More

Billiter: Thankfully, the story continues

I turned the corner in the waiting room and stopped. Dressed in a black suit, a crisp, white shirt and the tie I gave him at Christmas, my heart skipped → Read More

Billiter: Emerging from the darkness

The sunshine warmed and awakened my skin, brightening my disposition. Soothing sounds of birds chirping and neighbors going about their morning business enveloped me. I inhaled the morning air, no → Read More

Billiter: Little iron man with a heart of gold

“Who’s your favorite comic book hero, Mom?” My son Cooper sat beside me at the kitchen table while I frosted cake pops. → Read More

Billiter: Sowing the seeds of comfort

The card contained more than just birthday wishes. A white-beaded rosary and a pocket scripture card, wrapped in tissue paper, were tucked inside the pink envelope. Instead of a cross → Read More

Billiter: Running before dawn

My cellphone chimed with a text from my son, Austin. It was 4 a.m. I was in bed but awake. → Read More

Billiter: Back to school is in the bag

The leather, a chestnut brown, had a rich, natural shine and subtle softness when it arrived, and it’s only become softer and more inviting to the touch. → Read More

Billiter: The bald and the beautiful

I had heard that, over time, couples started to look like each other, but this was ridiculous. No matter how many times I combed, brushed or teased my hair, the → Read More

Billiter: The gem in the rough

“Do you want to open your present before dinner?” I don’t know anyone that could deny those brown eyes. I smiled at my daughter, who sat beside me in a beautiful blue lace dress. “I’d love to.” She slid the small gift box across the linen tablecloth toward me. Her eyes widened and she began twisting the ring on her finger. “Let me get the video going,” Cooper said. Normally her younger brother’s… → Read More

Billiter: The year of the monkey, Jane and Tarzan

He edits my copy better than anyone because he knows my voice. Maybe that’s because before he met me all he knew of me was my voice. And all I → Read More

Billiter: A daily dose of hope

“What does it taste like?” I swallowed the pill, which my stepson Dylan recently compared to the size of a Sweet Tart, and looked at my daughter. “Chalky.” I reached for the water in the cupholder of my car. I emptied the 16-ounce bottle and reached for another. I tried to wash down the aftertaste, but it lingered. It always lingers. “That bad?” she said. I nodded. “I’m sorry.” “Eh,” I said with… → Read More

Billiter: Resolving to see less of me in 2016

The ads are on television, the radio and billboards: New year, new you! Right after the holidays, health and fitness clubs launched the marketing attack. And some are savvy with → Read More

Billiter: No longer a shadow of myself

Alisa Cochrane, one of my good friends, is always posting funny memes on social media. I count on her posts to make me laugh. However, the other day she posted → Read More

Billiter: Do what I say, and no one gets hurt

When my twins arrived home from the University of Wyoming for the Christmas holiday, I knew the transition from dorm life back into family life would be tough. I just → Read More