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It’s A Match
Dearest Diary, Christmas is over, and there was one gift on my list that I didn’t get. It’s been on my mind for weeks, consuming my every second, reminders screaming at me from the street of the one thing I lack. Valentine’s Day is coming, but I can’t even think of a candle lit date…
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Jam Sandwich
He grew like a weed,sprouting and towering above me,but in my eyes,he was still five years old,jam under his fingernails,reaching up with a smile and sticky hands. When he was three, he struggled to speak,but by thirteen, I couldn’t shut him up,always gabbing,babbling about the football as dinner falls from his excited mouth,a stern stare…
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I Am A Daughter To Many Mothers
I am a daughter to many mothers. At the highest point of my heart is the one who placed a name, so gently, on my tiny, tender chest, that rose and fell with the tiny, timeless breaths, as she stood by a cot, staring at the thing she had created, with the might of her…
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Weeding – Part One
My Son is missing, but I have a feeling I know where he is. That sounds ridiculous, so allow me to explain. I don’t know his location, or the address, but I know where he’ll be. I know who he’s with. It’s those people. Those sick, sick people. They’ve got my Andrew. I’ve told the…
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A Portrait Of My Motherhood, From The Perspective Of My Long Suffering First Born
7am, she was my alarm, loud lullabies at the wrong time of day, her voice following the melody of the clattering kitchen as I followed the smell of toast to the table. She had my school tie in her hands, throwing it to hands that were too tired to catch as her wife watched the…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 