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̶  Jessica Nirvana Ram Like the Madonna in stained glass, I too allowed myself to be broken into blue fractals. I segmented my fingers...

I’m sorry for asking questions a mother isn’t made to answer —spirit or otherwise. So many times I addressed you, Why won’t you let me...

It was a nightmare.  My four-year-old self nervously paced the dining room floor. I frequently returned to the windowsill for another...