by Sharon Patterson
May 3, 2009
I look down, my attention hypnotized by the aimless activity of your precious plump hands, Our communication is mere sensory perception; but oh, sweet child, what we are able to say to one another. I long for the moment when words channel those senses into syllables. Until then, I shall meet each whimper with a [...]
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by Sharon Patterson
March 13, 2009
This is a story I would like to have written as a first hand witnessed account. I was not present when it happened because my teaching job was a necessity at that time in our family’s life. My mother-in-law was living with us and caring for our eighteen month old son, Joseph. I was tired [...]
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