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poetry, twenty nineteen

To Hear Again

As a child, I believed all of my toys could see, feel, and hear just like me. In fact, there was nothing in my world that was any different than I was. I remember the first time my mother made me throw away toys, drawings, and torn up clothes that I adored……I cried. They had […]

when you ask why a.a.thrift
poetry, twenty eighteen and older

When You Ask Why

I did what I did  it was best for you….I think I never would have dreamed  giving you a great life meant it had to be without me I die                       each day to give you a life  full of dreams         […]

losing abby short story a.a.thrift
Short Stories

Losing Abby

“What would you like to talk about today”?  He asked as he sat across from me, while patiently awaiting my response. “I’m ready to talk about Abby” I interlaced my fingers as if to hold onto my own hand for support, “and how I wasted so much time being angry and distracted. I want to […]

fit share captive short story a.a.thrift
Short Stories

Fit Share Captive

******************************* Thank you to our sponsor ******************************* The television was once again the background noise to Chloe’s morning. She had just woken up and was carrying on with her morning routine; fixing her hair, making her coffee and eggs, and everything but truly listening to what the newscaster was saying. If she would have […]

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poetry, twenty eighteen and older

Wake Me at Midnight

There will come a day…a moment in our lives where we have met our lasts. It’s that sobering realization that one night will be our last night of sleep, we will eat our last meal, tell our last joke, and experience love for the last time. If we are lucky we will not know when […]

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poetry, twenty eighteen and older

Each Day is Practice

Looking at the BIG picture can be daunting. When I get overwhelmed, I freeze into moments of inaction. Nothing gets done. My perfectionism can elicit this same response. I have come to realize that if I think in terms of each day just being practice, I am able to smile, relax, and continue.