Pondering in Pillows
When she was six, and it was September, we curled together in bed. Her hot little head tucked into the crook of my arm. "Again, Mommy"...
Stories about bodies, families, coffee, gerbils, blood, god, dinosaurs, memories, onions, bees and cats . . . lots of cats.
Pondering in Pillows
Eraser Babies in the Road
Endings
Dinosaur Bones
Emmitt The Submissive Pansexual Cat
Love and Salt
Bats
Oswaldo
Ella
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Essential Element
Dog Bones in the After Life
Praying with Bees