On Grief and Love
Losing a sibling is the moment the tornado sweeps through your home.The heart braces itself, knees crumble to the floor…
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Just Breathe
I suck in oxygen through my lipsThe wailing whistle as I inhaleBreaks the silence around meSealing my lips tight, I…
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Facing the Storm
I jumped into the deep end. Untouchable; beautiful & naïve.My confidence spewed through the roof like lava from a volcano.…
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The American Dream
The quiet hum of the bird’s wings awoke her. She left her window open last evening so the cool night…
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About a Grandma
I shuffled my child’s feet close to hers in the kitchen until I was so underfoot that she could no…