Mother, Daughter, Husband

Wife: This isn’t the first time you’ve raised the question And just like the last time I let it be or to put it more succinctly I rearranged by inflection the possibilities I thought you understood it isn’t “what” about us that has appeal but the fact that we exist together and how that makes…

Dusty Roads

Dusty Roads by Ronald J. Hoffman   While I walked dusty roads alone as a little boy, wandering the fields with an eye on home, I would wonder what would become of this place in my heart, would it turn to stone, hardened and discolored, or drip love like from the heart of a new…