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Click. Click. Click

No one driving behind me I pushed down and the turn signal clicked louder than it ever had. A crescendo of clicks turned my neck towards my teen daughter sitting in the passenger seat. She has a learner’s permit now- but soon, she will be alone in a car driving to dance class, a friend's house, or Sunday school. A poem…

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Our Table

There is a space in our home where we all gather, and in our home, we gather at our table.We gather at our table to drink Coffee to sip tea to debate and create and channel Dear Abby. We gather at our table to quench our thirst.We gather at our table to spotlight our highs and lows and to share our joys and…

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