<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[... but first, sweet tea and stories]]></title><description><![CDATA[WorldsofDDAlexander]]></description><link>https://ddalexander6.wixsite.com/website-2/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Sun, 31 May 2026 16:22:21 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://ddalexander6.wixsite.com/website-2/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Contractual Privilege]]></title><description><![CDATA["How do you intend to market your book?" the voice was dry and raspy with intones of a heavy smoker. "I trust you thought about it before...]]></description><link>https://ddalexander6.wixsite.com/website-2/post/contractual-privilege</link><guid isPermaLink="false">65466e5eb6fe3ae59e254c91</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Nov 2023 17:49:29 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/5bcbb365ec60451f96ca226373c13a00.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>D.D. Alexander</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Women's League of Tide Water Corp]]></title><description><![CDATA[“Mrs. Alabaster,” the secretary called as she pushed herself away from the typewriter, “you can’t go in there Ms. Swarthly is busy...]]></description><link>https://ddalexander6.wixsite.com/website-2/post/the-women-s-league-of-tide-water-corp</link><guid isPermaLink="false">650b49536a7f70006ac07de9</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Sep 2023 20:46:12 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/fe0152_ef95f6082aa84d31a97694d7d490626c~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_954,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>D.D. Alexander</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Cell Phone Saga]]></title><description><![CDATA["Pepper Marie Rose, if I hear the words 'cell phone' again, you are grounded." My mom liked to threaten me with grounding, but what would...]]></description><link>https://ddalexander6.wixsite.com/website-2/post/it-s-the-little-things</link><guid isPermaLink="false">64ffbe03c83522de08e66ff8</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Sep 2023 01:32:40 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/fe0152_5ddc1062ef8941c882845ed0d60ebfd2~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_640,h_506,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>D.D. Alexander</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Moon as My Master ]]></title><description><![CDATA[Peals of feminine laughter wafted through the air like perfume. One giggle, high and sweet, punctuated the flamboyant throaty gales with...]]></description><link>https://ddalexander6.wixsite.com/website-2/post/the-moon-as-my-master</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5e136413d7a8870017addccc</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Jan 2020 21:40:03 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/nsplsh_427872476d363775393849~mv2_d_5012_3332_s_4_2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>D.D. Alexander</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>