Breadman’s Daughter 204 Stories and Poems

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A rose is a rose is a rose.

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Something extraordinary happened when I Googled my maiden name a week ago. I received some news that I had been waiting almost forty years to hear. It wasn’t delivered...

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Everything Makes Me Cry.

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When I experienced the initial taste of the Covid-19 pandemic I thought, like many, that this would be a short-lived-quarantined-lock-down-mask-wearing moment. A blip in our lives...

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Lucky Day.

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I’ve been on the hunt for four-leaf clovers for years. Going back to when I was a kid growing up at 204, throughout all the various phases, ages and stages of my peculiar life,...

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Post From the High Wire.

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Nine years ago I wrote the first Girl Warrior post called We Are The Girl Warriors. It was dedicated it to all the cherished women in my life. It was equal parts love letter and...

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I Hugged a Girl. What Would Jesus Do? Part 2.

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On the last day of work before the agency dispersed to work at our respective homes, I hugged a girl. I’m not really a big huggy person, except with my family. And even then,...

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The Potter Man.

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Hey Toby, Remember me And when We first met It’s been A lifetime or two Since then Memories recede For some But I Remember you Vividly   It was the Summer of ‘74 Nixon...

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The Search for Meaning.

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I’m a seeker.  Especially at Christmas time.  I search for perfect gifts for everyone on my list. Ones filled with wow and wonder.  I comb second hand stores for delicate...

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Anticipation. A Short Short Story.

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The young girl waits eagerly by the window for her mother to return from Christmas shopping. Two police officers approach the house....

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Friday Night Dinner. A Short Short Novel.

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Chapter 1.  Pasta and Salad They were back to back cooking Friday night dinner. The usual. Pasta and salad. He asked her what she was thinking. She told him the truth. He changed...

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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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