Daily Archives: December 17, 2012

Beads, Snowflakes, Hopeful Friends

Posted on December 17, 2012 by PB Rippey

But you can only stay fused to your child’s side for so long. And there are a million poems to read in dark times—and then there are simply no poems, no words. None. A friend realized this and went to Newtown, … Continue reading →

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