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This one was written in April of 1989. There was attempt to gentrify the older neighborhoods of my town. Back then it was the poor side of town. Then, as it is now, a community of People of Color. A History Forgotten Sorrow fills meIn remembranceof what can never beDefeated before a single battleIn a…
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I have been using writing as a therapeutic tool for many, many years. I recently cleared an upper shelf in my garage and found a box of old writings. Many were clearly just meant to get some thoughts out of my head. But some, a few, were worked pieces that are a clear representation of…
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Self-care isn’t about a bubble bath in a pristine bathroom and using the right skin care products. Self-care isn’t even knowing your self-worth. Self-care is understanding you have self-worth. It’s the understanding that you are worthy of your own time and energy, even if that time and energy is in short supply. Especially if they…
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My family is comprised of different species. I am bound to humans, canines, felines, and reptiles. We connect in different ways at different levels, but they are all seen as deserving of care, consideration, and respect. They hold their own place in the world, especially in my world. With my humans, I share a rocky…
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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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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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