Invisible to Everyone Else
Going Home
For these eight days away from home at home, mom has been whole. For me, anyway. I close my eyes and I see her through my front window. She’s weeding the walkway to my porch.
Wholly Broken
We’re all broken. But together, we’re a little more whole.
Sliding towards the edge
Celebrations and Mixed Feelings
Mixed feelings are not elegant, graceful, certainly not the kind of trinket you take out to show off. They’re the scribble-scratch of the heart. We resist them: surely we’re more mature than that! We want to look away, but denying the mixed of these feelings is untrue. Unfair to the heart.
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