Poverty by Peggy Rockey

No Warning

“I’m hungry mama,” says two-year-old Timmy, pulling on Katie’s torn pant leg. “I know, sweetie.” She grabs the ketchup from the empty fridge as the kettle whistles. “Soup’ll be ready soon. It’s tomato, your favorite.”...

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Peggy (PJ) Rockey
Peggy (PJ) Rockey

I usually like to tell things as they are, except when I'm writing a story or a poem, then I get to make stuff up! I live in the California Sierra Foothills with my husband, my dog, and two cats, overlooking a lake and surrounded by rolling hills, and oak trees. Here I find peace and inspiration to feed my creativity.

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