The gown Ronke made me, was ridiculously short but I had to admit it was…
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My dear Son, As the writer of Desiderata espoused: Be yourself. Especially, do not…
I sat back in my chair, my eyes lingering on the package on my desk.…
Dear Dorothy, I have been married for about five years. My husband and I have…
‘Let It Be.’ These words remind us that we cannot control everything. There are some…
My beloved daughter, I trust you have not gotten fed up with my passing on…
“Does it ever stop?” I asked, my eyes blinking. “You know, I thought I was…
These days, I wake up in new realities. I know what I do not want…
My birthday was two days away. After the incident with Austin, my determination to celebrate…
My dear son, Sometimes you are fortunate to come across some literature that has a…