Kim Mitchell

Joined June 2021

19 stories

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My writing is me.

"We grew up, but ... haven’t quit playing together."

"...nothing that could save her, so sister kept raising the baby Mama "gave" her."

"I sewed love into every stitch...filling it with hope... and positivity."

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Perhaps you’ve read “Moe’s Story” and met my baby sister Moe. If not, let me introduce you now. I grew up with a tight group of siblings. “Three of each” our parents proudly declared. For just as long as “Lean On Me” has been our ‘family song’ we’ve been there for each other. My siblings were my best friends from the day we were born, especially my sisters.
By Kim Mitchell4 years ago in Families
Wanted
There’s no place like it Wherever you roam. It is sweet, it is Long after it’s gone. The memories that linger
By Kim Mitchell4 years ago in Poets
Home & What It Means To Me
Home; By definition a place of dwelling where one goes to seek shelter. For some, it may be a temporary one, for others permanent. From tents to mansions we all have a shelter, a place we call home.
By Kim Mitchell4 years ago in Poets
Moe's Story
I don't have many memories of life, before this damn disease took all that it has from me, but there are a few I still cling to.
By Kim Mitchell4 years ago in Humans
In the Doghouse
I was maybe five, with two older brothers and a couple of sisters as well. Another large family lived nearby. The kid my age in their family was a boy.
By Kim Mitchell4 years ago in Families
Furry Snuggles
Home is what is known. Other cultures, other eras, unknown and different. None are home. Talk a minute more your voice
By Kim Mitchell4 years ago in Poets
Stitching My Shattered Heart
“Of course she can, Russell!” That was the beginning of my first sewing lesson. Papa’s pajama pants needed to be hemmed. Bless his heart, Mama had just discovered he had “hemmed” them himself, with four large paperclips.
By Kim Mitchell5 years ago in Families