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Growing up is not always easy, but growing up with family is the best. The ninety's were hard, but I was tough.
To say it all began easily would be a faux pas. It started abruptly, with shakes and quivers so capricious that it was hard to say exactly where the act of vitalization really began.
A collection of seven poems written by Alexandra Laird during the summer of 2009. Many of the writings are nostalgic, looking back on a past age in childhood or grieving experiences lost to disease, while others were written with insights gained from living with the same disease that took so much.
Growing up, the plastic cups were always stained kaleidoscopic, but no one ever seemed to notice. It was just one of the side effects of having Jules as a younger brother.
A short tale about a German boy and a Jewish violist of his age during the mist of World War II. Though their friendship is short-lived, it forever remains in the memory of one of the boys.
A memory of a hot July day in the sixties on a small mid-Michigan farm. After a long day of haying a family discussion results in a father requiring that a daughter do something that will end up hurting her mother.
Growing up is not always easy, but growing up with family is the best. The ninety's were hard, but I was tough.
To say it all began easily would be a faux pas. It started abruptly, with shakes and quivers so capricious that it was hard to say exactly where the act of vitalization really began.
A collection of seven poems written by Alexandra Laird during the summer of 2009. Many of the writings are nostalgic, looking back on a past age in childhood or grieving experiences lost to disease, while others were written with insights gained from living with the same disease that took so much.
Growing up, the plastic cups were always stained kaleidoscopic, but no one ever seemed to notice. It was just one of the side effects of having Jules as a younger brother.
A short tale about a German boy and a Jewish violist of his age during the mist of World War II. Though their friendship is short-lived, it forever remains in the memory of one of the boys.
A memory of a hot July day in the sixties on a small mid-Michigan farm. After a long day of haying a family discussion results in a father requiring that a daughter do something that will end up hurting her mother.