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The Other Woman
Your other woman is a bitch whose stench permeates your soul and oozes out your every pore. You’ve chosen her over me for so long now I feel as though we are all one, broken, dysfunctional unit. You’re easily swayed … Continue reading
Fall’s Tree
All year she patiently waits goes unnoticed her green maple leaves blend into the background of pines and evergreens. As the days turn cooler and the autumn winds kick up so do the colors in her veins. She begins … Continue reading
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The Picnic
It wasn’t all bad. Copious cheating and countless lies aside, there are still nuggets of goodness that waft into my memory. It was a summer’s day in Southern California. We took a drive down the coast to check out Hearst … Continue reading
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Hurt
I will not engage or break. No reaction to your ploys. Unsettling to see your fall off the pedestal you built. I’ve learned from time and past mistakes where your focus lies – the mirror’s reflection. My jaw tightens and … Continue reading
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Stay
Stay in the nest a spell longer Let me breathe in the scent of your innocence Stay in the nest a spell longer so unkind words evaporate on the wind Stay in the nest a spell longer Let … Continue reading
3 Words
Three words. That was all it took to catapult me from a confident girl to a self-conscious teen. The timing couldn’t have been worse, nor could the messenger. Chubby Little Friend Dad liked to take us on trips, my sister … Continue reading
Morning Glee
The old wood gate swings wide and off she goes she lifts her nose to sniff the autumn breeze The bluebirds call, she looks as if she knows Tail high, ears up, eyes wide, the hunt brings glee And now … Continue reading
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Shell of Mom
My mind swims with thoughts of the shell of the woman left in the hospital bed. Steeled by my sister’s cautionary warning, I entered slowly, committed to concealing any reaction. Curled in the fetal position, Her bony shoulders poked through … Continue reading
The First Thanksgiving
I wrote this piece for the writing class I just finished. I am thrilled that it is the first post on my new writing blog: I stood on his porch and clutched my bag of groceries close, hoping to feel … Continue reading
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