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Tank Girl

I haven’t written anything in a while, I just haven’t been able to. I feel like my life has become this thing I never imagined it would be. 1,218 more words

I remember the day I told Ian I was leaving him. He begged and pleaded with me not to go. He said he’d buy me house.

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Time flies

I feel like I would be remiss if I didn’t mention the day that this family of mine got its start. This house full of boys. 315 more words

Some Kind of Mistake

My daughter was born with fair skin, rosy cheeks and strawberry blonde hair. As she grew her wide eyes turned from a soft grey to a beautiful hazel. 2,249 more words

The Conversion Machine Part 3

Somehow I made it through eight years of that life. I remember the strangeness of our Jamaican honeymoon where all the tourists were white and the servants were black. 3,288 more words

3 Ways to Survive Raising Sons

I always loved kids growing up. My brother was the first of have children in my family. Quickly his three girls joined the clan in a matter of three years. 553 more words


Time Flies

My husband has the most beautiful eyes. A light, clear blue, like the sky near the sea on a slightly overcast day. His eyes are as gentle as he is. 2,799 more words