On the Edge of Paradise unlike the red maple standing proudly next to church entrance her devoted husband on his morning run the pair… Continue Reading →
Dear Dad We were never intimates. Men in our family never talked much. Vulnerability is weakness so we stuck to safe topics. Don’t get me wrong, there’s no animosity either. If there was a need, we did our best, but… Continue Reading →
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