stephaniepayette
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Gaston.
When you first left, I wrote you a letter. An angry letter, a letter with all the reasons why I was mad at you. How I hated that you…
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Le Loup
I’m out here, sitting on the balcony on the second story of a very crooked house. Out here, in the fall, amidst rain drops with my book, my coffee…
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Gaspésie
Beautiful. Calm and quiet. The waves hit the shore and the butterflies disperce. The birds chant and fly peacefully. Gaspésie. What a wonderful place. There are trees of green…
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Baby Two
And there it was. The faint line that brought a smile to her face.Maybe it wasn’t real, but it felt real. Recently, she’d been having doubts, and this was…
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Fifteen.
There he is. His eyes still have that sparkle they did ten years ago. Whatever happened to his blond hair? Or that charming smile he’d always have? I remember…
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The next reel.
I had a dream, or maybe it was a realisation.It starts off with a little boy stuck in shark infested waters, crying out to his mama. No one answers,…
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Where is she?
I’m hungry. I feel my stomach empty. I feel my jeans too tight. I feel the weight of my love handles stuck and squashed in my skinny high-waisted jeans….
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Pumpables Genie Advanced
I no longer pump. Both my children drink cow’s milk, and oat milk, and almond milk, and whatever other plant-based milk I can add to give them a lovely…
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Babies and book.
Writing when you have two children is like driving with every type of storm coming your way. You need to turn the wipers on, then off, then on again….
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A New Adventure
The nights aren’t as cold as they used to be. The street is busier than I was used to. Our home is larger, yet it still seems so small….