Poverty by Peggy Rockey

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“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 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, surrounded by rolling hills, oak trees, and overlooking a lake. Here I find peace and inspiration to feed my creativity.

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