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I’m impressed you could carry that baby with one arm up the stairs. The baby actually has two arms but I get your drift. You’re surprised an old lady can carry a 24 pound baby on her hip and still hold on to the… Continue Reading “Heavy Lifting: Fifty Years of Mothering”
His eyes peeking around the crib slats bore a hole through her that she packed with ice, his thin arms reaching, a kick of one foot, enough to worm a yes from her. __________________ Another 33-word challenge from the Trifecta folks, this one to… Continue Reading “Don’t Leave Me”
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