Reluctantly, the Mother

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I routinely call her. She routinely answers.

Most times, I don’t remember dialing her number.

It’s so routine. So familiar.

Her voice — sad, bitter, lonely, coughing up crankiness

and unapologetically unraveling any silver linings still attached to her dark cloud of complaints.

Creative. Copywriter. Blooming blogger. Breathwork enthusiast. Ghostwriter. Bohemian soul. Creative collaboration inquiries: Alicej@charter.net

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Creative. Copywriter. Blooming blogger. Breathwork enthusiast. Ghostwriter. Bohemian soul. Creative collaboration inquiries: Alicej@charter.net

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