We Can Be Love

I woke up too early this morning so I stayed in bed, waiting for the first hint of light. When the sky put the stars to bed with a dove grey blanket, I began my morning routine. It is the same every day. First my bright pink, fleecy robe. I reach for it with need,
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Joy and the Warrior

The invitation said “party.” It was a love happening. The night before her chemotherapy began, my friend Saye surprised her best friend Moira with a wonderful party. She wanted Moira to feel loved and supported as she began a heartless journey. Moira was chauffeured down Saye’s wooded driveway and greeted with bright cheers and noise
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