She smiles off into the distance, but I'm right here by her side. I remember when she used to look right at me; could see me. Her eyes have faded, but as I grow into adulthood, the space between us is shortened and she sees me more clearly. She nods and smiles at something she has just related to me. Her failed sight allows ...
We all have that women in our life that refuses to comply with the laws of stylish aging. You know the one-she wears high heels and shorts, or pink lipstick and teased hair, cleavage popping t-shirts or carries teeny bopper handbags. Or maybe she is at the opposite end of the spectrum, dressing too mature and years beyond he...
When I was eleven years old, I would scribble my future children's names in my journal. Having children never even seemed up for discussion- When I grew up, I would find a loving husband who wanted children as much as I, he would be the best father in the world, and we would have two children together. Period. By the time I ...
Cydne Logan
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