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Finding It
When I was 17 I believed some lies. I believed that George Michael was straight. I believed that diet soft-drinks were good for me. I believed that spiral perms were necessary. I believed that boys...
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Be Alive
Be brave. Roar into the wind. Do that thing you’ve always wanted to do. On your deathbed you won’t be regretting that the mortgage isn’t paid, you’ll be kicking yourself for not taking more chances....
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That Moment
That moment. That second I gave birth. It was power and truth fused into one almighty bolt. Her little body on my chest. Her face as clear as daylight. Her lips quivering. Her mop of black hair all...
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Hero Girl
We curled in a ball. Like we do every night. Unravelling her day. Her favourite thing was the library. Nothing beats the library. Except the cinnamon donut she got on the way home from the library....
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Who are you?
I’m writing to you from down here. Down here is where angels and infidels meet. There’s a party going on. Come on in. There are mermaids, rock stars, and quirky townspeople. There’s a wild wind, a...
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Fields of Gold
When the song began to play she stepped nervously into the spotlight. Long hair tumbling. She remembered she was his bride. And she glided with the Fields of Gold down the aisle. When it came time to...
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The Boy
As soon as I saw the ultrasound screen, I knew. I didn’t need to wait for the sonographer to tell me. I could see it was a boy. Which meant it wasn’t a girl. And all I wanted was a girl. It was wrong...
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Little Lion Part 2
The story will start with details too heavy for your tiny mind to hold. From the dark pit where I pleaded for your life and mine. Just moments before you split away from my body and first took breath....
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Grace
She carries a pearl In perfect condition What once was hurt What once was friction What left a mark No longer stings Because grace makes beauty Out of ugly things –...
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Wings On Fire
I’ve grown wings. Magnificent wings. They’re rich and lustrous. And if you stand just the right way in the sunlight, they shimmer. They weren’t always this big. It wasn’t long ago when I noticed them...
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