Tag Archives: Paula J. Lambert

Flying

It was a few years back when this happened, when a friend shared a photo of his daughter in the pilot’s seat of a small plane. She looked grown and child-like at the same time, sweet, awkward, smiling, crowded in … Continue reading

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Beast

Strange portal, this phone in my hand. I’m suddenly watching a horse in labor, terror in her eyes, gray-haired farmer behind her, still-bagged hooves in his hands. His wife holds the mare’s head, son stands by waiting to be told … Continue reading

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