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Happy Children Poem Are all-stars, curious jugs of sunshine, their eyes metaphors of emptiness and fullness…

Mississippi Reformation There is a place where all of my thoughts escape—confined to an unplanned and unexpected…

Driving with Mother: My Mother never trusted my driving - she was a backseat driver – and one day we were on a…

The Table That Theo Made  The Table That Theo Made  Stands like a Trojan horse  In the middle of the…

What Else But Grace We live near the Cleveland Circle Reservoir, which is a state park. I let her off her…

To Carry You Home Time is a confusing thing she thought. It seemed that the further forward it ran from her the…

Debt Can Affect Your Mental Health There are many stress reasons, but we don't often think about this one. Debt…

Hope is a Thing with Splinters Recently I've been trying valiantly to ignore a niggling feeling. I've been…

Mother Kept on Singing When I slept at Aunt Josephine’s, in Middle,  mother’s hometown - I slept alone. A…

Why They Call Him a Copycat Every once in a while you see these articles explaining where certain phrases come…