love story
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Nursery Rhymes for Mothers & Sons
Before the chaos of those last 15-20 minutes before dinner, he’s wearing a doctor hat and checking my temperature or heartbeat. It’s pretty interchangeable at this point in his medical career. He makes the heartbeat sound by clucking and asks if I’m okay. Mothers know we probably aren’t okay. Not with our whole hearts walking… Continue reading
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Zinnias, August 1st, & a Folded Paper of Dreams
I scribbled out my dreams for the future. I wrote of children who would garden with me and complain about it, but I wouldn’t mind, because I would be just so happy they were there with me. A folded piece of paper stuck in a between the pages. Who knew if it would happen? Who… Continue reading
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Garden of Green Fables
Our garden tells the story. Our bright yellow shed. The way we approach each new spring. How we laugh together. It’s been seven years of marriage. We wear our ugly crocs and go out in the garden in the evening after our children go to bed. He waters. I trim roses. We admire our tiny… Continue reading
Sierra V. Fedorko 