Goodbye, Mama, in signature pink
A rose in my daughter’s color of pink bloomed yesterday in one of those green outdoor plastic...
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Author: Sara Wright
I hold my own hand
Thank you, God. And Nature. For this most amazing day. For skies, couple-colored as a brindled cow. And so it begins: Another day, typing. Thank you. I have as long as I need to write. Yesterday, as I began letting more of what...
Read MoreAnd she grows up!
My baby girl’s enrolled in college for the fall! We just enjoyed the two-day freshman orientation for parents and students at the University of New Mexico. Now she recovers, lying on the bed at my Aunt Marcia’s house, happy to...
Read MoreYes and yes, Mam!
My midriff explodes in a sea of blood and guts. My face screws up at these words. How can I accept that the words form themselves and let them run with it? I cannot, but I must really. Otherwise, who am I but a moderator between...
Read MoreA place to call home
It surprises me how disinterested we are today about things like physics, space, the universe and philosophy of our existence, our purpose, our final destination. It’s a crazy world out there. Be curious. The greatest enemy of...
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