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COVID Ode

Posted on February 24, 2021 by bethanymwallace

I wrote this poem in November when I suffered from COVID. Of all the symptoms I suffered, losing my senses… Read more COVID Ode

Remains

Posted on February 16, 2020May 14, 2020 by bethanymwallace

White lead paint sloughed away, exfoliated by wind and rain. Bright cheeks weathered gray, recalling laughter of yesterday. Wooden legs… Read more Remains

No tissues

Posted on August 16, 2018September 10, 2020 by bethanymwallace

“Mama, I thought you were leaving!” Maggie looked up from her short stack of wooden blocks where she crouched, smiling,… Read more No tissues

2017 gift list

Posted on December 27, 2017 by bethanymwallace

Reflection on the year’s blessings and most important moments

Seeing love

Posted on July 7, 2017July 7, 2017 by bethanymwallace

The minute I start thinking about how much work I’m getting done, whether I’m accomplishing enough in my business, if… Read more Seeing love

2016 gift list

Posted on December 30, 2016December 30, 2016 by bethanymwallace

If I had a dollar for every cynical, ungrateful, and whiny social media post I’ve seen about 2016, I’d be covered in… Read more 2016 gift list

Living

Posted on December 4, 2016 by bethanymwallace

On our last day, I knew something was askew with you. You were quieter. You didn’t tell as many jokes… Read more Living

Treat yo’self

Posted on May 8, 2016 by bethanymwallace

Bethany, I gotta hand it to you this year. I’m really proud of you for following through on the decision… Read more Treat yo’self

Word of the year 2016

Posted on January 4, 2016January 4, 2016 by bethanymwallace

I have a confession to make, and as a graduate of a liberal arts university (with a minor in religion… Read more Word of the year 2016

Grief, personified

Posted on October 15, 2015October 15, 2015 by bethanymwallace

Grief is nearly a person. He pulls up his small rickety wooden chair and sits quietly beside me. He is… Read more Grief, personified

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