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Because There Are Two Kinds of Dandelions

Because There Are Two Kinds of Dandelions

Today we begin a week of poetry.  by Madeleine French I drive two lanes: one for each daughter. White and yellow lines stitch my heart —I sew them fast and barefoot— toes on pedal, fingers on fabric. I thumb two text chains, humming with GIFs and mom jokes. With each...