by Constance Gilbert
August 11, 2008
You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s womb. Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous-and how well I know it. You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion, as I was woven together in the dark of [...]
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by Constance Gilbert
April 5, 2008
Oh, how I dreaded my grandmother’s arrival every summer. It always ended with my parents arguing, my mother threatening, and undue punishment for us kids. When I was very young I remember visiting Grandma in her apartment. My mother would give us strict orders not to eat or drink anything, and not to use the [...]
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