My scars are everywhere, faded to white over the years, but still there. The long white line that stretches across my belly where five kids kicked and screamed their way into the world. The raised blotch on my knee from… Read More ›
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That Birthday Feeling
It was just my birthday. I wish I could pinpoint the day that my birthday stopped carrying that “birthday feeling.” You know what I mean. There used to be a certain intangible aura that used to follow me from the… Read More ›