Tag: stage 4

Aborted Flight

Ugly surprise. Shrinking.Tag – you have “it.”   From a secure pilots seat, I ascended into the air My back holds no parachute. Speeding towards an ever larger ground, Too fast with the map, My territory expands at rates unseen before. I smack down on the ground, I writhe for longer than pain allows. The

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How I learned to stop arguing and love this pain

The past 10 days brought what would have been the 76th birthdays of both of my deceased parents and the first year since my mother’s death. My husband started his therapy back up but he’s not keeping with his doctors orders. My stepson who is 18 is on the precipice of failing high school and

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