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Ode to the Single Mom.

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Oh sweet single mom At the end of the day When you flop exhausted And road weary Into your bed The pillow beside you Empty Whether by choice Or by chance Intended or unforeseen It...

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Snapshot of Mel at Four.

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Melissa sat in the brown Rubbermaid laundry hamper hugging her knees.  She was wearing her over-sized blue sweatshirt with the Dalmatians on the front and purple leggings. Her...

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You Don’t Know What You’ve Got Till It’s Gone.

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This morning While I was sitting here drinking coffee In the silent stillness and stifling solitude Of my writing space My mind drifted lazily Back To when I was a young woman And...

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101 Things I Regret.

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When I was younger. “So much younger than today,” as the Beatles sang in Help, I boasted that I didn’t regret anything. “It’s pointless,” I declared self-assuredly....

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We Are The Champions.

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On Halloween night I was driving home from work when I passed a little girl who was out trick-or-treating with her mom.  She was about six years old and dressed as a Princess. ...

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Where Would we be Without our Mothers.

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I miss Ma.  Every day.  Some days I pine for her in the deepest way.  Especially at this time of year.  I’d like to sit and have tea and cookies with her.  Just one more...

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There’s Nothing Like the Smell of Coffee in the Morning.

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I’m a morning person. I get up early while my family remains nestled all snug in their warm comfy beds. This does not mean they are sleepyheads. Or lazybones. It’s just that...

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A Mother’s Prayer for Peace.

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Dear God, It’s the middle of the night, And I cannot sleep. The rain is pounding on the roof And the wind is howling outside my window. But I am safe and warm, Comforted by my...

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