Broken minds and perspective

Chronicled fours years ago as my siblings and I watched my father's slow-motion, heart-breaking end-of-life, this poem stands as one of the most important pieces I've ever penned.  As my heart bleeds words in witness of painful circumstance, I never let...

POV

Tonight I played chauffeur for my husband and youngest son as we headed to dinner at Outback.  Apparently I was craving the ethnicity of Australian food.At a stoplight I noticed a jagged nail on my middle finger, so I positioned my hand on the steering wheel,...

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