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I gripped her arm in the midst of stares, looking out for a new neighbor, looking out for her child. Where were those stares fifteen minutes ago when Miss Thang was yelling what she wasn’t gonna do or where she wasn’t gonna go and I wasn’t her mama and I thought, Lord, this ain’t even my child. But I stood there watching her making sure she saw me. Then I had enough, and it became apparent she was beyond reason and conversation, so I pulled her back, I pulled her in. My hold

That damned bug! No respect for the holiday - a holy day, at that! Despite vaccines, masks, zinc, and thousands of milligrams of Vitamin...

Losk stood by himself in the charred remains of a small cottage. There was little more than stone walls and blackened beams left inside....

I'm no good at writing poetry; Not very good at rhyming. It's all about the syllables Emotion, and the timing. But the beats are always...

Wash pomes or berries, cut in half, and core Boil with a small amount of water until soft, then add: 2 paws of wild ginger root ~ per two...

Wonder and excitement filled the eyes of a ten-year-old little girl as she peered out her bedroom window. The world was new and...

"No one has given me an offering in centuries." Janet paused. She was almost certain she had actually heard the voice, but it couldn't...

There is always a price for a good deal. For example: the cost of finding a non-shoebox apartment in the city for a reasonable price was...

Book Review: Thank You for Arguing: What Aristotle, Lincoln, and Homer Simpson Can Teach Us About the Art of Persuasion. To argue or not...