AUTUMN LEBEAU

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AUTUMN LEBEAU

Stories by AUTUMN LEBEAU

She lay there in the dark, the pillow wet with tears. Not just hers. She wonders if the world will ever be balanced again. If she will be balanced...
I am not the mother I wanted to be. The wife, the homemaker, friend.. I'm none of who I expected. I planned for a dash of Martha Stewartism, in...
Have you ever just had one of those days where it feels as if time has slowed to almost a stand still and no matter what you do, you just can't...
She wonders what it would be like. She thinks now how odd of her it was that she never really did before. Maybe it's because there never was a...
She wants to stand at her back door and eat a hot dog. It's really that simple. It's quiet, but for the music and comforting hum of the dryer...