Tomorrow is Cinco de Mayo and marks twelve years since my dad passed. Since I’m not a fan of any Holiday, I’m posting early. I…
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I have always felt safest underwater. My fondest memories are childhood summers spent at home with my strong, capable, joyful father sitting in a chair…
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Time moves fast separating the then from the now What if I imagined a palm tree pause?There’s a place beyond the palms where the wind blows…
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In His Boots The mementos we hold on to, heirlooms we choose not to discard and throw away. All the traditional, routine ways we try…
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