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Growing Pains

I remember lying in bed when I was young and crying out for my mother to “Help me! My legs feel broken!” My mom would come running into my room, pull back my blankets and lay her hands on my perfectly healthy legs. She checked the skin and rubbed my knees assuring me that I […]


by erin I walk around with an unspoken… grief? most of the time, unknown to me. Until, I walk into the kitchen to… what? to do something…to get something… interrupted- I stumble. Where am I? Why did I come in here? For a mug? For tea? No. Why, then, did I walk into this room? […]