I don’t mean to sound like the Me and Mrs Jones song But me and my writer-friend Have this thing going on. We have been meeting at the same cafe …
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Silhouette in the morning, Jamaica
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“Where am I?” my inner voice asked. Don’t get me wrong, friends I know where I am physically. I’m standing at the kitchen sink gazing out the window. On the …
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A few years ago, we wrote RV Adventure at the top of our family’s New Year’s goals list. We went RV hunting, toured a few, fell in love, then the …
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I think of each year as a large wicker basket, woven with strands of love, given to me to fill with intangible gifts. I think of each month, as a …
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“I waited for you so we could try them together,” Zuri said and just like that, I wanted to snuggle her face for the tenth time in ten minutes. She …
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A scorpion stung my sister when she was six years old. The venom moved through her body, attacking her nervous system weakening her for days and forcing her into bed. …
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“Buenos Dias, Buenos Dias,” A little girl sings, waking me from sleep. I imagine her skipping down the cobblestone streets, rousing others with her song. I opened my eyes and …
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With no lover to hold or pull me back to bed I wake early, drape my robe on and walk to the living room. I pull the shutters, gently, trying …
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“Good morning ladies and gentlemen in about fifteen minutes, we’ll be having our children’s story time,” the woman announces over the intercom. Hubby and I are sitting in the …