At its most benign, I consider Wine Mom humor to be i r r e l e v a n t at worst it reminds me what a terrible coping
By Shauna Dougall3 years ago in Poets
Baby sock, small shoe Dons them by himself Runs off to school, track and field
Ava scowled at the hospital green, stained ochre from presumably the passing through of many reticent souls and thought, “If these walls could talk, I wonder if people would seem redeemable in any way.”
By Shauna Dougall3 years ago in Families
# Love to pour A cup in hand and love to pour Easy laughter and coaxing the same out of our throats like wind chimes Hours
Extra sky streaks paint Wind is supposed to be clean Aluminum mist Fields, forest, grasslands, Perfect for a park picnic
