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Mother Of Gentiles ,Mother Of Jews by Paul McCann Mother of Gentiles , Mother of Jews hear my plea as I fall down on my knee I am not guilty , come...

Revival Your birthday in May, such happy month, breeding apple blossoms out of the dried brown branches, mixing sleep and awakening, stirring tangled...

Did you hear the one about the plastic surgeon with a Parkinsons's shake? His client went in for a nose job, came out with a vasectomy.

From our gauntly utilitarian porch, the tawdry majesty of Modernia, the city of dreams, stretched and sloped out below like a pleasant suggestion of...

If people ask, I'll tell them how great of a mother you were. You died thirteen years ago today and it was hard to endure. When your life ended...

Pruning back roses, My secateurs selected, snipping at the stems!

A gripping tale about baby Ernie's teething problems getting completely out of control.

Summary but certainly not summery, though quite springlike towards the end of the month. Using precisely one hundred words per day, here’s my account of the things that went on in my Bulgarian life during the latter fourteen days of February.

A second bite at the Teeth Tales challenge.