Breadman’s Daughter 204 Stories and Poems

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Love letter to my younger self.

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Dear Little Boo, First and foremost, I want you to know that everything will work out just fine, so there’s no need to be afraid or anxious. Even the stuff that scares you so...

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Don’t Forget the Old School Days.

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A few weeks ago While combing through Old black and white photos Stored in a tattered shoebox That once housed new boots I came across this sweet little card Three inches squared...

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The Healers.

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I think healers Come into our life At unexpected times In unexpected ways   Sometimes they look Like a lover Or a friend A stranger A dog.   Sometimes they look Like a...

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Waiting Rooms.

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It’s been over a decade since E lived through his very scary cancer journey. During that time, I became intimate with waiting rooms. The one that got under my skin the deepest...

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The Worst Pain.

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Ma had this thing she’d say whenever something bad was going on. It didn’t matter what the bad thing was – her health, her finances, The Old Man’s incorrigible ways, all...

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I Am Scared.

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I am scared shitless. In less than a month I am going to do something that I honestly never thought I would do. Not in my wildest dreams or my vivid, often out of control,...

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On The Day You Were Born.

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On the day you were born, The world grew sweeter, Less weary and worn, A softer, gentler, place, Enveloped in love, Revealed its presence, And found a home, In our hearts.  ...

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Be Happy. Dive Into The Deep.

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I’m not much of a swimmer. I can dog paddle for very short periods at a time. Otherwise I’m too pooped to pop. Treading water escapes me. There’s a rhythm to it that I just...

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Little Miracles.

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I love little miracles. Small wonders. Tiny things that so often go unnoticed in the rush and race of life. The scramble to make it through the day. The flop into bed. A lot of my...

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Sunrise.

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On Wednesday December 13, an amazing thing happened. The sun came up. Not so amazing, you say. I beg to disagree. If you were up between 7:00am and 7:45am, in my neck of the...

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