The Resistance

The older three tinies went blueberry picking with a family friend this weekend. They all went out into the sunshine and two hours later, me and baby Maggie picked them up at the farm. Each bucket was a metaphor for each…

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[Love Looks Like] Choices

  We chose each other. Years ago, when we were young and naive and hopeful, when we thought we were busy because we were in university, when he drove an ’86 Monte Carlo and I wore frayed cut offs, when…

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