Shadows

Today is Northern Migration Day (finally!! it’s been two weeks of delays and chaos), so I’m cobbling together this prompt post! Here, you get a peek at my process, completely unedited. My apologies! 😉

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Part of the Family

https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/legalcodeI was fifteen years old when the judge finalized the adoption papers. We ate at my favorite burger place after the signing ceremony. I’d already finished my double cheeseburger and started in on my extra-large side of fries when Dad turned to me and said, “You’re officially part of the family now. It’s time you truly understood.”Read More »

Breakfast with Aristotle

Aristotle_Altemps_Inv8575Gemma and I were very young when Aunt Teresa stopped making our breakfasts. I can only just recall the creamy goodness of her homemade oatmeal. She sprinkled it with brown sugar and drowned it in cream before setting them on butter yellow place mats in front of us. Even better, during blueberry season, she’d add a layer of fruit at the bottom of each bowl. Breakfast with Aunt Teresa meant comfort and harmony.Read More »