On my knees

via Daily Prompt: Fraud Fraud, a technically erroneous poem. Birthed by water, twice. No, thrice. Four, at most. In the name of the father, and of the son and the holy ghost. Read this fable, heed this passage, and make of it what you will. Seek me on Sabbath day, you have bowls to fill. In unison we recite, dutifully, mindlessly, ten times. Silent in … Continue reading On my knees

To breed, or not to breed. That is the question.

Most of us grow up knowing some things for sure. Things like having children. As a girl growing up in a family focused culture, you might have assumed that I would be one of them. My grandfather was one of 18 children, yes 18, and yes, they all shared the same mother, and no, she bore no multiples. My father is one of ten children … Continue reading To breed, or not to breed. That is the question.