Dear 8th Grade Graduate: Thanks for Letting Go of My Hand
You let go of my hand and walked slowly through the door. You turned your chestnut head to look at…
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You let go of my hand and walked slowly through the door. You turned your chestnut head to look at…
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Continue ReadingTo all the women who raised me . . . To you first, Grandma, the one who taught me I…
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Continue ReadingI recently captioned a photo of myself with my daughters, “My sweet little best friends” and I was disheartened when…
Continue ReadingI can replay it all in my memories, young me yelling at my mother: “You’re making me look like a…
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