September 30, 2012
It had been many years since Kurt had been back home to see his mother. Rocky, was their relationship at best. As a child, Kurt spent more hours in the “time out” chair than he would like to remember. To his recollection, he wasn’t a bad kid and surmised that his mother must have just […]
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September 23, 2012
My tears have shaken him. He begs, begging me to reverse my desperation. I have frightened his boy heart, perhaps even broken it. Six words of recklessness, raking the grief laden air. We melt together, his grip holding me here. Honoring the weight of his anchor, I encircle his body, catching his fear. […]
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