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Bright Eyes

My mother was beautiful when she laughed. She would always dip her head and giggle, or laugh so hard she would cry. No matter how it...

Like fields of sunflowers in the summer, her beauty astounds me. She is full of warm colors and spice. Her essence will drift into a room...

My light was extinguished and I was surrounded by midnight. She rose up and gave me light where there was nothing but vast darkness. She...

Sweet gentle breezes of spring give birth to an inferno that ignites a new season. Summer. Slow moving butterflies kiss the fields with...

Marriage is many things. Easy is not one of them. To my husband... Dear Husband, I was mad at you. Not because you left the toliet seat...

Motherhood. Many of us arrived here. Maybe not the same journey. Some took a nice country road on a Sunday drive. Others braved a...