Kannai, Ruth
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It took me a couple of minutes to get Vic’s final words of “Mommy, I love you…” out. I saw Alan look at the clock on the wall. I knew our time was almost up. He sat forward on his chair, his elbows on his knees. His voice and eyes were gentle with compassion. “...
For her upcoming fourth LP,Evergreen, Nashville singer Sophie Allison — better known as Soccer Mommy — wanted a new approach to her delicate music. "I wanted to change things up a bit on this one and play around with some more organic textures," she wrote on Instagram. "It was really...
“Are You My Mommy?” This Poem Wants to Know. Posted onFebruary 7, 2021 2 DOES ANYONE KNOW WHO WROTE THIS? Bent at the beginning in the seed, the corm, we grow taller toward the light carrying upward the grace of our leaves
Living A Lie is an urban fantasy started by my mother, Carolyn Saulson. It currently stands at 10,000 words. I am going to use NaNoWriMo to complete my mother’s project, as she is in the hospital currently with the final stages of Multiple Myeloma and is a nine year cancer survivor...
Once I had a basic understanding of what to do, there was one final thing to take care of. I came downstairs, nearly killing myself when I was caught off-guard by a scurrying rat that I later captured and put outside. I looked outside to see that my parents had returned and that...
When you do enough therapy, read about therapy, and interact with enough people who have done therapy, you find out that the majority of people’s ills can be traced back to one thing: their childhood and upbringing. My aunt and uncle hated their mother so much that they decided that the...
I just could not find the words to write this morning, but then I saw the following posted on a friend’s page, which is pretty much spot-on for how I feel – and accurately describes Rita : “We could live a thousand lifetimes and I’d like to think that I’d always find you...
Forthe mom of a child with disabilities,who sees so much goodness in her child and hates the way society belittles and ignores them, who shoulders the emotional labor of therapy and appointments and much more, whose tenacity and grit grow daily, we see you. ...