As it happened, Mom, as the wounded healer, became the sole person who healed my spiritual insufficiency.Read More
One assumes that moral superiority casts a shadow, the bearer’s back should
break under so much weight, but no.
We don fuzzy socks, snuggle
in our fleece blankets, watch the world
outside our window
He liked to glimpse their snowy blooms
among all that stark wood of spring
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