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Hush-a-bye don’t you cry,
Go to sleep-y, little baby.
When you wake you shall have
All the pretty little horses.
Dapples and grays, pintos and bays
All the pretty little horses…
She lays in my arms, sighing in the delirium of fever. Her little eyes flutter open once in awhile but she’s so far away. I rock her as the night [...]

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In the midst of cleaning and getting through our usual day, I suddenly realize there’s no chatter and boisterous baby noises or squabbling. A mother has a sixth sense about these things when her babies are playing way too quietly. I sneak into the living room to see what mischief they’re up to. Those little [...]

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Anda and I met when I was 5 and she, 6 years old. We moved into our house and her family, into their home next door, the same weekend. I saw her and told my Mom there was “a girl over there!” She encouraged me to introduce myself. I was scared but it was the [...]

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I have a boyfriend and I feel ten feet tall. He even goes to the rival high school. He’s top of his class too. It doesn’t get better than that. He calls me everyday or comes to pick me up at school when he can. My mother doesn’t like him and no one in [...]

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First time I saw him, he was playing keyboards for a band, at a dance I attended. He was so nice looking but he looked lost. His clothes were too big for him; so were his worn out shoes. Later I would learn that he had his older brothers’ hand me downs and that [...]

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The loud bang on the back door makes him look at me like I’m supposed to know who’s out there. He can answer it. He opens the door and there are great noises of greetings “Hey Paulie,” and “Hey Jon.” In walks a nice young man about our age. Paulie is the son of Maury, [...]

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Freezing rain has turned the world into an ice rink. Staying upright is a challenge as I slip and slide my way to the mall. Being watched through a telescope, by that idiot husband of mine, makes it even more stressful and nerve wracking. He needs something for his headache (hangover) because he partied [...]

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