Doris Claire Sharkey Dyer

I am in the seventh day of a master class with The Inky Path exploring writing about our mothers. It is like gazing into a reflecting pool and watchin...

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Laughter, A Vignette


I sat on the April chilled hardwood floor, clusters of pet fur swirling around me and opened the bookcase doors. The box that held the flurry of paper...

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The Wallet


“It’s a boy! Congratulations you have a son! A quick intake of breath, silence, and then a baby’s cry. Joyful tears flowed, the pain...

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A Field of Thistle


Messy March. Mud. So much mud. Brief sunny days and then a span of days encased in cold mud. I always breath easier the last day of March, Justin̵...

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March Coffee


Dear Friends, I am honored to be featured on the Mudroom today. The Mudroom has become my safe place to sit and listen to stories of wrestling with fa...

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Sitting on the Fringe