Photo by Mitchell Luo on Unsplash It’s amazing, the power in a word sticks and stones break my bones, words will only kill…
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in the abandoned garden, she waits,
cold marble lips,
feet melding with the block of stone
that gives her the semblance of life,
heart that has never beat buried deep.
When I originally had the idea for this article, it was going to be all about how life in the slow lane can…
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Photo by Stormseeker on Unsplash A few years ago, my husband saved a man and his son from drowning in Lake Pend Oreille….
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She walks on wounded feet, carries white roses to the willow by the pond on the hill: three roses, the number of those…
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I was twelve years old when my father was diagnosed with a brain tumor. It was one of the most terrifying and lonely…
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Last summer, my husband saved a man and his five year-old boy from drowning in Lake Pend Oreille. The little boy was scared…
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