Doubt

I didn’t find any manuscripts in my father’s apartment during those last days he spent in a hospital bed.

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Weavers

She could size up her audience in seconds. A precocious and beautiful youngest child, she owned every room she walked into, and I was an eager listener.

motherfailLeslie H ColeMay 29, 2015Mothers, Family, Weaving, Stories, WritingComment

Inside My Pre-teen’s Magical World

I got a view inside my youngest daughter’s digital bedroom and found a magical world documenting the angst, pain, joy, and silliness that are puberty.