The Highway Halfway Mark I wonder, I do. I cannot help but wonder what’s down the road from the place I have ever truly called home. The…
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Never Judge a Book By Jacqueline Cioffa Here’s the thing about writing. When someone risks pencil to paper and is fortunate enough to convey an…
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Take a Picture, or Not By Jacqueline Cioffa This face. This face has been scrunched and smothered by new new talc scented infant kisses This…
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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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The Coolest Thing About Me I have arrived at the supposed highway, halfway mark. That’s a median guess based on statistics, there are no guarantees.…
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“Do you have the patience to wait till your mud settles and the water is clear? Can you remain unmoving till the right…
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Looking Glass and The Windowpane By Jacqueline Cioffa Let’s face it; there’s no fooling. The sagging skin, the wrinkled face, the ridiculous forty something woman…
14 CommentsWaiting on Oprah I close my eyes and can almost see the perfect fairytale life I envisioned in my wildest dreams. Dear Fantasy (Oprah), “I…
2 CommentsI am no different. I am so very different from before. reflect. Oddities of a world, in free fall. Every thing is change. The Vast…
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