Mom is unwell

I can see Her ribs She is so thin, neglected She needs your mercy

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Raising independent children

school bell

When I was a kid, around first grade-ish, I walked to school. It was less than half a mile from where I lived, but in my child-mind, and to my pudgy child-legs, it was at least five miles – both ways, up hill, in the snow. Across the street from my school, there was a […]

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