She holds her thumbs inside each fist to hide the scabby nubs. The moist environment of her hands squeezed tight hosts the spread of the tiny warts that bubble tentatively alongside her nail bed and lower lip. Her hands always seem to be in need of a wash; dirt and paint hide wherever they can …
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The Great Escape
I tried to run away today. My daughter sat on my bed and watched me pack. She told me it was probably a good idea for me to leave since I seemed so upset. This sort of hurt my feelings, but then she added, “This is how I felt last night, I understand” and I …
“Does This Serve Me?”
Being my own midwife to midlife
Change Brew 