Blue Moons
Sprinkles of Parenting
Vocal Exclusive The wind comes and goes, never in a predictable way. This is how my biological mother behaves. Like a passing wisp of wind you barely feel or notice. Every few years, I get a phone call from her, and I am frozen like an idiot, with nothing to say. I don’t know her, nor does she know me. I don’t know why she still calls.
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Alexandra Grant
Inked Stories That Leave a Mark. I write essays, stories, and poetry, sharing my life experiences and lessons, keeping it real and raw. I'll bare my soul to those who have experienced similar things, so they know they are not alone.
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