On a Sunday Afternoon

My Sunday afternoon siesta was rudely interrupted by a persistent, buzzing fly. Keane was sleeping peacefully, his warm, soft skin pressed against me when the fly landed one too many times. Keane's jerk woke me up, and I laid there for a bit, wishing I could zap that evil fly with a stare. Summer is here with its …

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If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking

I'm not one who rigorously keeps up with the news, but the bit I know of current events is enough for me to feel the terror of a world in freefall. Senseless killings, blatant racism, moral wreckage, religious arrogance--the destruction never ends. As the creation crumbles into hopelessness; my own hopelessness wells from within. How can my …

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