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Stephanie Cranford
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Writer, attorney, musician, #LongCovid. 🌈🎶🏒⚖️🖋️ Very possible I'm yelling about hockey. Also @steph.cranford & @stuffysstuffies on IG. she/her

Historical lesbian romance novella "A Gift of Honor" out from Dragonblade Press: https://a.co/d/9uiEDhz
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I don't know why the link didn't turn into a picture, but here's the cover. I wrote a historical romance novella.
Cover of the anthology Tales of Timeless Romance, a Dragonblade Anthology, with stories by Carol Coventry, Jenna Bigelow, Anne Ashwood, Anastasia Hayward, Stephanie Cranford, and Laura Browning. It's got a woman with a vaguely historical purple dress facing away, and her blondish hair is up in a fancy do.
November 27, 2025 at 5:12 AM
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I'm involved with @convergencecon.bsky.social. We're collecting donations to support our Attendance Grant, for BIPOC and people experiencing financial hardship.
Check it out and support it if you can! cvgcon.org/give
#GTMD #GTMD25 #GTMD2025 #GiveToTheMaxDay #SciFiConvention #Minnesota #CVG2026
On a white background, Connie, CONvergence's robot mascot, kneeling. She's shades of purple and green, mostly, and has a green speech balloon, saying, "Let's help more people experience CONvergence!" Next to her is the Give to the Max day logo, in navy and green, and below that it says "Support CONvergence" with the robot head in silhouette logo. At the bottom right it says "cvgcon.org/give"
November 20, 2025 at 11:06 PM
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Your last saved meme is your moral philosophy...
A screenshot from the movie Blues Brothers, with the brothers in the car, saying, "I hate Illinois Nazis," but the one in the foreground has been replaced by a picture of the current Pope from about 40 years ago, the one with the blues brothers glasses and sideburns and hat but still with the clerical collar. Made by @chebutykin.bsky.social
November 17, 2025 at 2:13 AM
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Not bad for a phone camera (Twin Cities Metro area) #aurora
It's an Aurora picture, mostly green on the bottom with a sort of Batman shape in the middle and then red on top all tilted about 30 degrees to the left. Relatively bright, actually. Another Aurora picture, mostly green but the upper left is red. You can see a bit of tree and roof in this one.
November 12, 2025 at 3:30 AM
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I know it's not baseball but this is my favorite version (Conor Dunne is 6'9, Edwin Àvila is 5'4).
Picture of two professional cyclists. The left one is a small Latino man, Edwin Àvila (5'4), and the right one is the very tall and very pasty Conor Dunne (6'9).
November 9, 2025 at 4:05 AM
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More mixing of romance and hockey! Wild win!! #StephYellsAboutHockey
Me (white woman in a flowered dress and a mask holding a copy of Thrown for a Loop, Sarina Bowen's newest, next to Sarina Bowen herself (also a white woman, also brown hair) in front of a signing table and the Tropes & Trifles banner.
November 8, 2025 at 2:44 AM
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It started!! #StephYellsAboutHockeyRomance
Sarina Bowen on the left, a white woman with brown hair, a maroon shirt, and black pants. She's leaning over, talking into a microphone, aimed at Amelie Rhys (?), a white woman with blonde hair, dressed in all black. They're on the stage from the previous photo (a church white chairs).
November 8, 2025 at 1:15 AM
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I listened to the Wild game on the way to the Sarina Bowen signing event. It's at a church! But also: 2-0??? #StephYellsAboutHockey
The front part of St. Mary's Episcopal Church in St. Paul, with two white chairs and a banner advertising Tropes & Trifles, the romance bookstore hosting the event.
November 8, 2025 at 12:58 AM
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I'm getting a new roof!!! Also here is a very late (like, two weeks ago) daylily.
A single yellow daylily surrounded by grass and other flowerless daylilies. There's a dark shape on one side, the shadow of someone (me) taking the photo.
November 5, 2025 at 10:28 PM
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Here you go! #QueerWriters
“Is it time to bust out the whiskey?” “I hate drinking when I’m mad,” Jordan said with a groan, “but yes. Put it in hot chocolate for plausible deniability, would you?” Emma quickly threw two mugs of milk into the microwave—she didn’t have time to put the milk in a pan—and found the packets of the cheap powdered stuff. After doctoring the results with both whiskey and extra mini marshmallows, she handed one to Jordan. Icing on the Cape, Stephanie Cranford
November 3, 2025 at 1:16 AM
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My last cat was a forget-me-not (somehow). We thought she was a shy, thin-haired cat who would hide under things forever. Instead, we got a plush cat who would yell at us if we weren't doing what she wanted 💜
A picture of Mona, a short-haired calico/tortie, curled up in a heated cat bed, squinting at the camera.
November 1, 2025 at 4:31 AM
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Novella: a.co/d/5ShfMHf
Website: www.stephaniecranford.net
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#QueerWritersChat
In a dusty mirror, a cell phone covers the face of a white woman with her hair in very short twin braids and the top 2/3rds of a Wednesday Addams costume (the black dress with white collar).
November 1, 2025 at 12:49 AM
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This is from Thing 2! Mandy's sister giving her shit. #LGBTQWriteAThon
“Is Zach still asleep?” “No, he’s on his way up,” I said, “and I’m fine. I think he’s doing better, too.” “Good old-fashioned laying on of hands?” Sam asked, smirking at me. I flushed, which was absurd because I knew she knew we hadn’t done anything. “It wasn’t like that,” I said, which, as soon as the words came out of my mouth, I knew was a really silly thing to say. I couldn’t help myself, though, nor could I stop myself from trying to explain. “We’re not like that. I mean, we are, but we really aren’t, and I wouldn’t in your house anyway, because that’s just rude, and . . . I’m gonna go hide in a closet,” I said, covering my face with both hands. Sam and Carter were both dying of laughter, and that was the tableau when Zach walked in, twisting the wing nut back onto its bolt. “What did I miss?” he asked. Fratbot, Stephanie Cranford
October 20, 2025 at 1:23 AM
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Please admire my shawl and read the article about the yarn once I finish it! #QueerWritersChat
Brown-gray carpet, cream colored towel, blocked striped triangle shawl (colors are teal, gray, pine green, and olive-gray-green). There's a very visible spine of yarnovers (holes) down the middle. Also that gray blob in the upper left is my sock.
October 18, 2025 at 12:28 AM
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I knit this! More on it later. #SpoonieAuthChat
On weird grayish brown carpet, there's a cream colored towel with a shawl pinned to it, being blocked. The shawl is a triangle shawl made up of stripes of 4 colors: teal, gray, pine green, and a dark gray-olive color. There's a very visible "spine" of a double row of yarnovers/holes. You can kinda see my sock at the top left.
October 17, 2025 at 6:10 PM
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This is probably the scariest thing that happens in the book, tbh. #QueerWritersChat
"Huh," Jordan said. “What?” Emma asked, when Jordan didn’t explain. “I just got an email with an attachment from a seriously sketchy address.” “How sketchy?” “It’s, like, cdef7654321 at some domain I’ve never heard of. The registration information on it basically says it’s a place that specializes in throwaway email addresses.” “What did they send you?” Emma asked. “You think I clicked on a random attachment from a sketchy email address?” Icing on the Cape, Stephanie Cranford
October 11, 2025 at 12:27 AM
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Hockey's a fall thing, too! #LGBTQWriteAThon
“You know, the team would have more wins if you let this LB on the ice with you.” She gestured at Louise. “I know,” he said, dead serious. “Both LBs on the same line? We might be unstoppable.” “Pff,” Louise said. “I’m not playing winger for Landon.” “No,” Howler said. “We’ll put him on your left, maybe Pax on the right, and no one will be able to stop us.” Louise tilted her head to one side, her ponytail falling over her shoulder. “You know, that might work.” Icing on the Cape, Stephanie Cranford
October 6, 2025 at 12:39 AM
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I wrote a novella! It got published! It has lesbians! a.co/d/92fALsN
#LGBTQWriteAThon #QueerWriters
On a purple background, a cover of a romance novel with a white, blonde woman looking away. She's wearing a purple dress. The cover says, top to bottom, Carol Coventry, Jenna Bigelow, Anne Ashwood, Anastasia Hayward, Stephanie Cranford (circled in lime green), Laura Browning, A Dragonblade Anthology, Tales of Timeless Romance, A collection of tales from "The Write Track" contest finalists 2023. Lime green arrows point to the cover. Clockwise from the upper right: Novella: "A Gift of Honor" Sporty lesbian x crafty lesbian Set in the Lake District, 1818 OH MY GOD IT'S ME
October 3, 2025 at 5:41 PM
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Sorry for the Twitter screenshot but this looks like a great job for someone in a romance novel:
A screenshot from Twitter user Beauty of Nature @ShouldHaveAnima How orphaned ravens are fed to keep them wild before release. It's a screenshot of a short video with a scientist of some sort wearing a moderately hilarious giant raven head covering, feeding a few baby ravens (who are huge, by the way) with a giant pair of tweezers. The babies are in a warming box and one has its mouth wide open in the classic bird "GIVE ME FOOD NOW" posture.
October 1, 2025 at 3:03 AM
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OK, well, I haven't written any (non-human) monsters, so let's have missing dead guys. #QueerWritersChat
on a lesbian-gradient background, the following: “So there is a body in the casket, but it is not Lord Archibald.” Augusta spoke once they were out of the graveyard and on the path back to the Balinburgh home. “Who is it?” “I do not know him, but I believe him to be a sailor, and he is quite a bit older than Lord Archibald. He did not die through natural means; I believe he was poisoned.” Augusta made a strangled noise. Mr. Adajania said, “So you’re saying that Archie is alive?” “No.” Her words were as gentle as she could make them, but he still flinched. “I can say that if he is dead, he is not within my range.” Beyond the Grave, Stephanie Cranford
September 27, 2025 at 12:30 AM
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HOLY SHIT I DID IT I WON YARN CHICKEN!!!
A picture of the remaining yarn after I finished the tenth (and final) row in this color. It's about 2 feet of yarn, curled up on a spring get sheet that is covered in dog fur because I had to pull it out from under the dog to take this picture. The yarn is dark olive.
September 20, 2025 at 10:04 PM
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Probably not what you-all were expecting, but here's some writing with setting description sprinkled in it. #QueerWritersChat
Emma dragged herself out of bed at ten-thirty, giving herself enough time to shower and take public transit downtown to meet Chris for lunch, but only barely. She’d exploded in Jordan’s general direction after Jordan got home, and the evening had ended with shots with Louise. Thank goodness they lived in Lakewood, which meant that there was a bar on nearly every corner. The walk home was easily done even while plastered. Icing on the Cape, by Stephanie Cranford Some portion of her thought she should cancel, because showing up for a lunch date with the guy you definitely liked while hungover as fuck was probably tacky, but . . . She didn’t want to say that it was who she was, but it wasn’t inaccurate. She slapped on some foundation, mostly to cover the bruising, a vivid yellow-green today, and threw on sheer lipstick before leaving. Icing on the Cape, by Stephanie Cranford Halfway to the bus stop she remembered that normal people would dress up for a date. But it was March in Ohio, and the weather was somewhere between snow and rain, so her jeans-and-flannel combo should be good enough. The jeans were clean, or at least not actively gross, and they made her ass, which was always great, look spectacular, so that counted as dressing up, right?
September 20, 2025 at 12:36 AM
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Welp. Let's try this again! #PitchDis
A graphic indicating I'm a 2025 #PitchDis participant. It's a white field with plus-minus-zero shaped confetti in multiple colors, with a black frame, and it says, surprising no one, #PitchDis 2025 Participant. It's got the #PitchDis logo which looks like a stylized person in a wheelchair. (I do not use a wheelchair.)
September 11, 2025 at 3:10 AM
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You know what's nice is when you put ink in a pen and it just *writes.*
A pen in the middle of a small book. The pen is a black fountain pen, but it's got a tiny nib and a clicky thing on the other end, because it's retractable. The clicky thing, the clip, and the nib are all silver. The writing in the book (in Diamine Writer's Blood, a dark brownish red) says, "Good morning This is the Endless clicky fountain pen and I did not have to argue with it to get it to write!" It is actually called the Phantom. Also the book was a promotional item for The French Dispatch, a movie I have not seen.
August 23, 2025 at 3:45 AM
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(the scarf in question. Green is a goal for, white is a goal against.)
What I'm calling the plus/minus scarf. It's about five and a half feet of dark green and white (actually cream) stripes, knit in the round, in sport weight Brava. Each green round is a goal for the Minnesota Wild, each cream colored one is a goal against. The picture is on cream carpet with a paperback for scale. I did later add tassels but I don't have a picture with them. Also there's one red stripe, and that was Gus's goalie goal!!!!
August 23, 2025 at 1:07 AM