Beneath the Live Oak Tree
A draping canopy, but the rain still pierces where the leaves break. She sits comforted in a timber embrace.
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childhood
Reflections on a Coffee Cup
The coffee spilled down the car’s jet black exterior. The small girl had left the coffee cup resting on top of the car’s trunk. I waited inside the coffee shop for the wrath from hell.
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I Don’t Know Where My Child Is
I am a mother. Something I have always been told is the miracle of life brings beauty and meaning and a fulfillment into this world that is unmatched by any other experience. My response to that claim was, how can it be a miracle if it happens every day?
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