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I wake with a headache and a stiff neck. I shiver in the breeze of the open window and pull the sheet up to my chin. I breathe a prayer for those out west who can barely breathe for the heat of the air, for those who can barely breathe for the heat of life, for...
A thread unravels from the edges of her old shirt in the dryer and winds tightly around the cuff of a stray sock, collecting bits of lint like a magnet. Cupping it in her hands, she decides it looks more like a ball of yarn she accidentally threw in the dryer than a...
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“I’m a little pencil in the hand of a writing God, who is sending a love letter to the world.”--Mother Theresa I can get so lost in how low the number of readers are or so preoccupied with my own worries and fears--you know the ones-- What would this side think of my...
I've started a new book. Well, I haven't exactly started to actually read it yet. Like starting at page one. I've been thumbing through it to decide if I really want to read a book with such a scandalous title as The God Who Smokes written by someone named...
Gathering the basket loaded with damp clothes and towels, I step out onto the...
The hurt's so heavy, but the waiting room's so full. There's not a chair in...
When’s the last time you've been truly desperate for something? A love...
Louis tells me I think too much. He’s probably right, but I was two...
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