by Jacque Sorenson | Mar 23, 2017 | Poetry
Why is it that sometimes I just want to close the pages of my own story for Awhile and step in to the pages of someone else’s? Their stories; all the Jane’s, Scout’s and Jem’s, Meg’s, Tom’s, Mr. Blakesley’s or Darcey’s...
by Jacque Sorenson | Mar 23, 2017 | Poetry
Eve chose growing Pains – I am Her daughter. (And the apple didn’t fall far from the tree.)
