Dreams and Stories
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Dreams and Stories

Birdie

Birdie. Big Bird. Aunt Birdie. The Gestapo. She was barely five feet tall and almost as big around. She was bossy, brash, brassy and had very few filters. She told it like it was and rarely held back what was on her mind. She was the neatest of the neat freaks and God forbid your house had a newspaper out of order or a few pieces of crabgrass in your lawn when she came by. She’d call to say she was coming over and whoever answered the phone called out “Big Bird is coming!” and the whole house got busy straightening up. But she had the biggest heart around. I loved that woman.

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Michelle Anderson

Michelle Anderson

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Insatiable reader with a passion for learning about anything and everything. Recently began my renewed journey into writing.