Catherine Smart
Puppy(ies) Love
These weren’t the great wracking sobs from the night the accident happened, but the kind of crying where your heart constricts and your...
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Ruthless Re-imaginings: A Dramatic Interpretation of my Children as Macbeth’s Witches
ACT I SCENE I. A basement place, a Thursday after school. Fluorescent lights flicker. Enter THREE TEENAGERS with bags of chips, sodas,...
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A brutally honest haiku:
My motherhood is:
wiping counters I did not
soil. Also, yelling.
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