grandmothers

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She had finished chemo and the hair was growing back in like beautiful, blonde, peach fuzz. She had gone through all the stages, even had a matching baldy photo with the pastor to prove it. I was insistent that my hair refused to grow past my shoulders, so she actually (I mean ACTUALLY) pulled the …

time

Hush, hush child, you still have time. The heartbeats whisper. You still have time to hear the rain roll off the eaves. You still have time to sing. You still have time to go down to the river to pray. FiFi isn't easy to sleep with, she bumps and kicks and turns. One moment I …