The Dead Zone

My grandfather was an avid hunter. He would pack up his guns and travel the world to find helpless creatures in need of a bullet to the head. As if it shooting them wasn’t bad enough, he would take their dead bodies to a taxidermist, have them stuffed and then bring the life size beasts…

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A Mother’s Day Poem

Nine years ago I walked into my sweet Noah’s 1st grade classroom for the Mother’s Day festivities. He had been telling me about this “poem” he had written for me all week. “I can’t wait to read it to you in class mom,” he said at least 65 times a day for a week. The…

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