Broken Wing noticed the crow flying with her as she gathered the healing plants that Grandmother had sent her out for today. Grandmother was the healer for her people and needed these plants to make a special mixture to apply to the wounds of Stands Tall. The man had been injured by the long...
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Written in response to the prompt of “sound” in the Memoir Group: As I sat there in the kitchen located 700 miles from my closet friend, I began to weep.  No phone was ringing to disturb my homesick thoughts.  No laughter echoed from these walls from the morning gatherings of the girls in the...
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I was on my way to pick up my oldest daughter that night.  About 10 days earlier, her car had been stolen from a parking lot.  The police had called and said the car had been found and we could pick it up at the Impound Lot that evening. I was to meet her...
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Almost 40 years ago, I made and drank my first cup of coffee and I’ll admit that I was not really impressed with that brown nectar that some people in the world refer to as Arabian wine. I was young, working in an office that rotated the female employees through a schedule of taking...
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Little six year old Veronica was bracing herself for the storm that was about to hit. That is how she thought of the fights that her parents had, they were like human storms. The winds of anger would start to blow. The shouting was like the rolling thunder. Her father’s hand striking her mother’s...
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