Poetry, journals, vents, and musings of a distracted woman
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Pedestals in October
Polishing the Bones
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Moving On
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“I’m Proud of You.”
Separated by Ten Feet and a Curtain
A Familiar Stranger
To Phone or Not to Phone
The End of Trick-or-Treating
I’m So Proud of my Boy
Looking in the Mirror While Driving
My Mommy Senses are Tingling
Dear High School Teachers,
Dear Son,
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