It’s strange being back here, Back home. In a place where I scan the faces of people that I meet, Wondering if I knew them, Or went to school with one of their daughters or sons. In a place where people know my parents, My maiden name, The house I grew up in. It isContinueContinue reading “#3”
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They are bundled off to preschool this morning and there is space and time while littlest sleeps. But I am not writing yet, only reading. It rains and the sky is grey. We go to Grandmas and I am bursting to be out of my house, out of my smallness and as soon as we’reContinueContinue reading “#1”
elisabeth pike 