Is Beauty in the Eye of the Beholder?

“I always wanted a little girl,” I hear my mom’s voice coo from somewhere deep in my memory, “and when the doctors told me I was having one, I was so happy!”  I was the long awaited dream.  The basket in which my mother had placed all of her hope eggs.  Yet, when I was […]

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Why I Write

“Dear Mom,” began my unskilled second-grade handwriting, “I had to write this because I didn’t know how to say it.” I looked at the penmanship, so familiar and yet so foreign, as it blared the reality of my life. At the time, it unleashed my childish fears and feelings. Now, as I read it again, […]

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