Breadman’s Daughter Stories and Poems

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What the World Needs Now.

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Several years ago I made a conscious decision to grow. Not a garden full of tomatoes, or my bank account, or my hair. The focus has been on one very specific muscle, which really...

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The Right to Choose.

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Once upon a time in a land far away, I was a teenage girl who got pregnant. I was deeply head-over-heels in crazy love, still living at home with my parents in a small redneck...

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Older Not Wiser.

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When I was twenty it was hard to imagine being old. I don’t mean growing old because the word “growing” implies that there is some sort of process or action taking place....

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Sunday Morning Worship.

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I attend church on Sunday mornings. Some people wouldn’t call it church but I do. I understand the objection, the confusion or disagreement with my unorthodox belief, also in...

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Rumbling with Disappointment. Part 1.

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This week I’ve been listening to Brene Brown’s book Rising Strong in the little red Ford Escape to and from work. Risking criticism for excessive use of alliteration, Brene...

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What would Jesus do?

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Last Sunday morning I had one of those ‘What would Jesus do?’ moments. I’m not talking about the Jesus that’s been hi-jacked by politics and manipulated to suit a whole...

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Angels and the Devil.

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After you broke my heart Sometimes I soared with the angels And kissed the feet of God.   Sometimes I groveled in the mud And made deals with the devil.   But most of...

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Breakdown.

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Hey E Baby, most of the time I can deal with this thing that hangs in the air like smoke from the cigarettes you couldn’t live without I put on the brave face red lipstick...

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I Want to Be.

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I want to be a nomad A dirty vagabond on a train   I want to be a gypsy Telling tragic lies as truth   I want to be a wild flower Growing in the prairie sun   I...

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Bad Girls.

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I received some really wonderful gifts this Christmas. The best of which was spending time with my family, especially my adult children who come home every year for Christmas and...

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