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moments like these

After dinner, Olive and I cuddled together in her reading nook, a square space of thick and fuzzy hot pink blanket bordered by the pull out sofa and sliding mirrored … Continue reading

February 23, 2013 · 1 Comment

the way it should always be

I’m writing this with no purpose in mind.  It’s just time to write; this I know.  My breasts are sore and my body achy, an indication that I’m about to … Continue reading

February 16, 2013 · 1 Comment