Category: Storyquilt

Changed

“I am changing!” The affirmation gives me power. I square my shoulders and paint the future. “You’ve changed.” The accusation is a brick. My stained

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Weekend Everlasting

This weekend, I attended two birthday parties and a funeral. All were celebrations of life. The birthday parties had more dancing and fewer tears, but

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Her Hair

She has my forehead and talks like my sister. Her hair is the blue of my mom’s eyes. She’s creative, brilliant, fun to talk to

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Valentine

There’s something I stopped telling people a couple of years ago, not because it’s a secret but because the words carry responsibility. I wasn’t ready

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