Another lonely Mother’s Day
The wind is crowded with hungry ghosts tonight. Sitting at my kitchen table, I warm my hands on a mug of hot coffee. My eyes cut to the mantle, to the photo, where your laughter was once caught like a passing train. …
Grandparents Denied Access to their Grandchildren
The wind is crowded with hungry ghosts tonight. Sitting at my kitchen table, I warm my hands on a mug of hot coffee. My eyes cut to the mantle, to the photo, where your laughter was once caught like a passing train. …