Lessons from Hurricane Irma, No.1 - Sandra Jean-Pierre | Digital Artist & Writer of Words.
I call Nephew into my room, greet him and ask if he can help me. He nods and waits. I take as deep a breath as I can and rattle off a list of medications I need him to pour, shake, spray and give me. He used to categorically object to my use of so much medication in such a short amount of time but he no longer questions. He trusts the method to my madness, backed, I suspect solelyContinue reading
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