by Holly Mohr My dad’s face showed up in my dreams, off an on, a couple nights ago. He would just pop in, smiling, then pop back out. It was the earnest smile of my much younger years, the smile he had for me when I was three or four and he was getting readyContinue reading “The Brood: Christmas Edition”
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The Brood: Yes, I Dare to Celebrate
by Holly Mohr Today is my birthday. I love birthdays. Whatever else has to happen on the day, something internally tells me it’s a Feast Day, a day of celebration and special joy. So far, I’m enjoying the sense of getting older. While I’m trying to mentally prepare myself for the fact that my attitudeContinue reading “The Brood: Yes, I Dare to Celebrate”
Sick Pilgrim 