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The injuries from an accident over a year ago have persisted. On the few occasions where I have shared the physical damage, the information had been met with dismay that I have come this far. Since February 12 2024, I have been living in denial of what has happened to my core. I resumed as…
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My mom loved her old movie camera. This was back in the day when personal movie cameras used film that had to be developed in a lab somewhere. She took it to every family event and would pull it out on a random weekend day just to get scenes of the neighborhood. The scenes would…
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My friend loved her father. She loved him very much. She picked up and moved hundreds of miles just to get the opportunity to prove her value. She made decisions based on his standards. He took up a large swath of space in her heart and mind. She gave him a mile, he gave her…
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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…