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At the End of The Day, She’s Still My Mother

At the End of The Day, She’s Still My Mother

Nineteen years ago my mother died. She had slipped into a coma hours before and then slipped quietly away early in the morning. It wasn’t a shock, nor unexpected. If truth was known, there was a sense of relief. It was three years earlier she had dropped the bombshell...
What Shall I Create Today?

What Shall I Create Today?

Coffee is poured. The blank page lays in front of me. It is a canvas for me to layout words making them malleable to my thoughts and desire. What shall I shape those words into today? Shall they take the reader soaring to the clouds only to bring her crashing to the...
Wandering Ambiguously Around

Wandering Ambiguously Around

One of the things I like about doing posts for the Drop in the Ocean on the BuddyUp Discord server is exploring words I don’t normally use. Ambiguity is one of those words. So, how am I wandering ambiguously around? I expect to be wandering around in inexactness on...