When Memories are Shadows


J Price Higgins

Sipping coffee this cold morning in Texas. Dogs barking, kitties dancing from couch to couch. Typical morning practicing procrastination.

I’m setting up a home based business and cleaned out 7 shelves of books. Mom’s books. As I glanced at the boxes sitting on the living room floor, memories of mom casually invaded my morning routine.  Her face smiling back at me, and I wished she was here to give me advice.

“morning mom. hope you slept well”

Maybe that is what the dogs were barking at–mom.


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