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We are arguing in the kitchen. I don’t recall over what. Surely something minor. I am at the stove. He reaches over and pinches my arm and holds the pinch until I cringe in pain. With my free hand I … Continue reading
The Secret Garden
There is a story inside me that longs to be told. It is a story of an emergence from a dispassionate life created amidst the daily chaos and years of pushing it down and back. I cannot tell you the story; speak … Continue reading
Voices of Sisters
My book is in a state of half doneness as my creativity waxes and wanes. I constantly question my motivation for its existence; abandoning and re-engaging. It is an ugly subject, one that I’d just as soon divest myself from. I’d … Continue reading
The Farm
After Thanksgiving, I went to the farm. It was a cold, but sunny day. It was where it began. Long before we were involved he took me there. I envisioned my visit with trepidation, but felt an almost obsessive need to … Continue reading
Shameless Survivors 