Poem: Red
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Poem: Red

Red I look out my window just in time to see the woman walking the red dog. And think about my mom who likes to tell me about the duo in long winding circles of words. Does she love to see them because the red dog is the bright color her hair once was? Do…

Memory Lane

Memory Lane

The celebration of my birthday started yesterday with a little celebration at our staff meeting. I arrived to find flowers at my desk and my favorite salad from the local cafe as lunch for everyone. This was of course followed by cake – chocolate cake (my Mom made me chocolate cake every year as it…