Standing on the banks of a country creek, wearing a dress and a straw hat, the sun shining off my auburn hair reminded my grandfather of his late wife, my Grandma Ruth. A few years later a music ledger made its way to me, with a poem written on the first page. These moments steered me down a path towards writing. Poetry is my first love, and yet until recently my poems were deeply private. For in poems I could express all hurts, sorrow, pain, grief,...
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