Loving My Mother Through Her Last Years
“She is my Mother. She birthed me and gave me life. And I will birth her into the next one.”
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The Demon Just For Me (A Poem)
“Empty vessel, you’re in desperate need of filling, it says. Search. Yearn. Feel hollow. It’s deeper than you could ever reach. The demon just for me.”
An Intimate Hour With a Penniless Stranger
“Some say we’re wired for selfishness. But what I did that night felt good—better than any self-indulgence. …Maybe we’re wired for kindness too.”
