Anchored, no money – lack has a way of turning dreams into fool’s gold. (Dug up this haiku from August 2015 for today’s prompts: Ragtag
Daddy yelled and Mommy cried and new dresses appeared. A pattern my young heart vowed to break. Chose a man, reticent in nature, pursued a
We are in the bank and I am waiting as Thor does his banking and stops to visit with the employees. He hugs one teller
I arrived home from school one day to find my mother sitting in a corner trembling, her face face blotched red and swollen from crying.