Category: mother
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“So real it sears my hands, this / drawing, Celtic oak of two minds . . . .”
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Cookies, candles, cards, and cash . . . with all our running amuck at the holidays, it’s easy to forget those who have grieved in the past year, or who grieve most at the holidays. This year, before you pack up or sit back for your joyful holiday, please remember friends who quietly hunker down in…
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in memory of Eva Leah Robinson McCoy Bite into the apple of love, enjoy its juice and let the seeds fall all around you. ~ Lips and hands must measure before they dispense their wares. ~ Set an extra plate for an unexpected guest— someday it could be you. ~ What you most despise in…
The Real McCoy 