I write because I read. I read because I write.
I almost dropped the two full paper bags when I saw the familiar blue car parked in front of our home. So they are back after a month. Seated in front of my husband, my daughter and her rugged boyfriend sat in full-of-fear silence. I walked in without looking at them. I might not be able… Continue reading A Mother’s Heart
I won't stop nor shut up, until you sit, write and let me out. *words to me — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Doug Robichaud Inspired by a recent conversation with my new-found great poet-friend, Azul. 🙂 Words and characters can really be brats, eh? 😀 ~
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