http://slow.writerscafe.org/Bonniepaige2 The original writings of author Bonnie Paige en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775985471 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Did night Descend on women while falling asleep crying your names?When Late night fell were they woken by the anguish of your face in dreams. It must have been their heart, Startled … breaking, tugging wrenching, from a peaceful rest. But, many are forced to mature. In their life .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonniepaige2/2888277/ It's A Mid-life Crisis You've given all, your babies are flying free! Work, home or family needs success has been your goal. But…when missing those tender touches of loving moments appeared. Your world began to stumble…down that midlife slippery slope. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonniepaige2/2862125/ Nothing stirs in the midst of my life. Not the leaves, not the water, not even the air. This is silent stillness but calm that breaks no peace. 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