There once was a beggar who loved to hear himself sing. He started out as a child. Most singers start out as children. I remember, myself, singing to my small dolls, which were made of popsicle sticks… more →
CuentosTeresa wrote 1 month ago: There once was a beggar who loved to hear himself sing. He started out as a child. Most singers star … more →
Teresa wrote 1 month ago: She is at a masquerade ball. She’s dressed as a skunk. Her husband as a raccoon. They pretend they a … more →
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Teresa wrote 4 months ago: I will tell you the story of the scarecrow’s birth. He was born in a small deer farm near where the … more →
Teresa wrote 7 months ago: Gramma’s rocking chair was a Sears and Roebuck, not old enough or nice enough to be a proper antique … more →
Teresa wrote 8 months ago: Ever since my uncle Charlie Horse died, I’ve been singing a blessing way. He was a fat man, looked m … more →
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Teresa wrote 1 year ago: 1. Rock and a hard place I am climbing on a rock. I am climbing in Iraq. I am climbing and I rock. I … more →
Teresa wrote 1 year ago: All I remember is how I forgot my keys that morning at least three times and had to go back in the h … more →
Teresa wrote 1 year ago: Under the hill we performed reverse alchemy, turning gold into lead, ascension into descent, descent … more →