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Grace
Closing the Circle
“Mom, the helmet?” Jackson said. “Yes?” “Wear it?” “Yes.” My son is taking care of me now, I realized, just as I have been taking care of my mother. Our roles are always changing in life. Jackson is the son of Rose, the protagonist in my debut novel,...
Morning by Morning
Flames of green stare back from tips of branches imprinted against morning sky, as new shoots of color appear lit from within While the Warblers seem pleased with the decor. For yesterday, this prelude to Summer was silent, but the Sun worked all day, the Wind...
Wherever I Am You Are
IWe walk the shoreline,My dog looks for things to eat,Pulling my arm off. IIFish bones, food wrappers,She finds something dangerousAlmost every day. IIISitting and resting,The dog poses like the cloudsAs the people pass. IVI have time to think,Small prayers floating...