August 31, 2016
They get in our way Repeat themselves and ask us to repeat what we just told them Drive too slow Smell like rancid perfume and musty attics Their skin has stuff growing out of it and is hard to look at They can’t see well Talk to loud, talk too soft They endlessly try our […]
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May 6, 2016
My mother, wearing a white collared blue wasted dress with a soft petticoat, nylons and white pumps, waved me out the door to join the other neighbor kids walking to school. She had risen before the rest of the family, prepared a well balanced breakfast for us. Poached eggs in milk over buttered white toast, bacon, […]
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