Love with Two Hands

Finally. It’s just after dinner and I have a moment to sit down but not at the counter, or my desk, or the toy car-covered living room floor, or the…

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He loves me, He loves me not…

He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not (written 5/24/16)Remember playing the game when you were a child? Reciting the phrase “he loves me, he loves me not” as I plucked…

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My Mom Died…My Mom

(written 2/20/16)My mom died. She’s gone. Forever. (Well, earthly forever). I keep saying it over and over in my head, like I need a reminder that it really happened. I’m…

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