Breadman’s Daughter 204 Stories and Poems

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I Love Loba.

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I’ve been taking vitamins and sundry supplements for as far back as I can remember. Because I was chronically anemic as a kid, Ma used to give me Carter’s Little Liver Pills....

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Go Away, I Have a Headache.

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I started getting migraines when I was eleven years old. The first one was a horror show, which morphed into a terrifying recurring nightmare. Over and over. Year over year....

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Lunch with a Friend.

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I had lunch with a sweet friend recently, which was so nice and not something I’ve done much of over the past two years, with all things Covid affecting our lives. Big things,...

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In Our Heart of Hearts.

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I think most people in their heart of hearts want to do good things, be kind, extend grace, lend a helping hand, forgive easily and love others. I think most people in their heart...

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I want to.

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I want to… Go for a walk without being afraid of anything Go for lunch without making complicated plans Go to shops and touch things that catch my eye Go to a movie with a...

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Farewell Friend.

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It’s starting to happen. Truth is, it’s been happening all along this life’s journey of mine. But now there’s a sweetness to it. An undeniable inevitable essence that...

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Complicated Love. Complicated Grief.

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It’s been twenty-one years since Ma and The Old Man checked out of Hotel Earth. They died five weeks apart in the dead of winter. Like many things in their life together, Ma...

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The Wooden Grate.

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In one of the upstairs bedrooms at 204, the one directly above the living room and first occupied by my two older brothers and then by me, there was this little foot-square wooden...

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On The Daily.

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I used to whine and bemoan the ‘dailiness’ of life. How it was all so painfully relentless. Went on and on and on. One predictable day after the other. Blurring homogeneously...

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Age Less.

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I don’t agree that age is just a number. Whatever your age is that is your number. Chronologically, consecutively, in order of time. That number represents the years you’ve...

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