Learning to Let it Be.
By Dana Gornall And when the night is cloudy There is still a light that shines on me Shine on...
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Author: Dana Gornall
Even Cheerleaders Get the Blues.
By Dana Gornall I was a cheerleader in high school. People that know me now that...
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To My Daughter as You Turn 13.
By Dana Gornall I remember your very first birthday. You woke me in the middle of the...
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Stress & the Single Mom.
By Dana Gornall I remember hearing a story when I was in kindergarten, about how the spider...
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Tiny Fragmented Pieces of Me.
By Dana Gornall The me who is me is made up of so many fragmented pieces. Looking back,...
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