Three Rooms by Emily Ward

I didn’t learn how to tie my shoelaces until I was twelve and three-quarters — I was used to loving the mud between my toes, bits of sunflower petals under the biggest nail. Our house sat on a sandstone promontory, and it shuddered when I left wet footprints in the hall. I learned to put […]

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Forever Missed

It’s been almost two years since my dog Missy’s death, and I still find myself holding back tears whenever I see a picture of her. Some of you may be thinking, “It’s a dog. Get over it.” I know there are others of you, though, that will understand and have even felt the same way. […]

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