Empty

Five Minute Friday. The dare to write for 5 minutes flat without edits. Your heart on the screen in word form, no take-backs. This week’s word: Empty. And my thoughts. I don’t think my mother’s heart can ever imagine what it is like to watch your child die.  To stand…

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The Coal House

Thoughts on poverty distort my mind. Simply because they break my heart. I grew up in the Appalachian hills, not exactly well known for luxuries and riches. Oh, we had plenty. More than enough.  Most folks in my town considered my parents to be wealthy.  Food, shelter, and clothing was…