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It was the 32nd anniversary of my mother’s death recently. I have lived as long without her as I had with her. Of course her death shifted the trajectory of my life. Losing a parent, regardless of the state of the relationship does something to the internal life of a survivor. But the course of…
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There are so many milestones that marked my journey to become the someone I liked. Sounds like a sob story, to go through so many years of life not like ones self, and it may have been, until one day it wasn’t. We all have trials and tribulations that will get us to where we…
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My parents were not raised in traditional American households. My father was second generation from an eastern European country. His first language was the language of his parents. My mother was an immigrant from an Asian nation. She came to America very much couched in the ways of her people. Us, their children, were raised…
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I have been more lucky than most through this pandemic. I was able to continue to do my job in the same way, and in the same place. I have lived a small life for many years. I prefer to spend my free time hanging out with my dogs, alone in my workroom refining my…
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