Photo by Matthias Cooper on Pexels.com I think by the time you reach a certain age, you've had a few close calls with death. The first time I brushed past the Grim Reaper was when I was about seven. It was summer time and my day care center had bused us all to the community… Continue reading The Deep End
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Bridges
I wrote this story for a creative writing class my junior year of college. The professor had given us two assignments: Write a short fiction story for the class to critique, then write another one for the professor to critique. For the first story, my goal was simply to write a humorous tale of mundane… Continue reading Bridges
Baby Teeth
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com I keep my son’s teeth on my deskI keep his curls in a jarI keep the scratches on the wall,That show me where he once stood,And I keep his teeth on my desk. There’s no longer any air in this houseThat once passed through his lungsAnd I’m sure time has… Continue reading Baby Teeth
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