Having a little girl has been like following an old treasure map with the important paths torn away.
The Weight of SilenceCome t'e' picciol fallo amaro morso! Dante. What grievous pain a little fault doth give thee!
A Wrinkle in TimeAnd who's to say that just because something lasts only a short time, it has little value?
Without Reservations: The Travels of an Independent WomanLittle old laides speed away in their wheel chairs, frightened meals on wheels.
Zombie Haiku: Good Poetry for Your...Brains