At seventeen he told me that he was never going to have children. I asked him why.
“I can’t do what you do,” he said. 425 more words
Click on the audio link below for the spoken word poetry by Sandy.
lights dimmed across the eclectic apartment
filled with colorful objects… 499 more words
Tuesday:) Two Cups of Tea, a Tree, and Spacey Me – https://wp.me/p3106f-2wA