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I’m good with words but there are times when I don’t know what to say. Or maybe how to say it. In those times, my words invariably come out wrong. But I just keep going. Shutting up would probably be the wise choice, but I always think I can bring it back around and make…
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March 2020 seems like a lifetime ago. It also seems like just yesterday. I think its because everything got put on hold until we could all get back to normal, but nothing stayed the same. We moved through the pandemic in a nonlinear path. Stops and starts, backward and forward, up and down, and in…
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“Gender is a fact.” No. It is not. How ironic that people who spend a good deal of their life striving for a certain amount of notoriety get upset when they make controversial statements that create controversy. They want to be heard until they say something that should have been left unsaid. They want our…
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I am a female working in a male dominated field. I am not self-employed. I punch a time clock and someone other than myself is the issuer of my paycheck. But I do feel as if I work alone, in isolation. I work in a male dominated industry. The pecentage of women in my industry…
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The path toward mental health is strickly self defined. There are many roads to travel down, many tools to find. Some roads turn out to be dead ends , while some are so twisting and turning it feels like you never get anywhere. Some roads lead you back to where you were, sometimes time and…
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This is the final installment of this short series. This was a labor of gratitude. A way to honor a life that had had given me so much. The truest form of honor is to be what my life lessons had taught me to be, her life lessons as they impacted my own. To be…
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Her life after the birth of my little brother bared little resemblance to her life before. She seemed settled within herself and her life. Her inconsistencies lost their edges. Her reactions to life, while never predictable, became less varied. She even resumed some of the more demanding activities of being a mother to her teenage…
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Life wasn’t good, but it was better. She still struggled with money and her emotions, but slowly she was finding her footing. She had a home for her girls, family to rely on, friends who buoyed her confidence. Sitting around the mahjong table, she could gossip and laugh, acting out the fantasy of recapturing the…
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It must have been hard to live with that knowledge. The sense of defeat must have been profound. To have come through a world war, a life of abject misery. To have struggled and survived. To have known a life of utter despair and darkness then to have moved her heart and soul back into…
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