From Nadia Colburn’s 31+ Day Meditation and Writing Course, Day 14 Prompts: GRASS CHILD OLD MOUTHS DEATH MOMENT HANDS My hands are old. I remember how smooth the skin was when I was a child, but now I have my grandmother’s hands. She’s under the grass now, my grandmother, and all the rest of those Read More →

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You gave me the greatest gift of my life. My son. And here it is, nearly 40 years later, and I barely remember your smile. Our time together was so elusive, so temporary, yet permanently etched in my life. Your son, my son: your gift to me. And now our son has sons of his Read More →

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