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The Catalyst
I ask you to go with me now, into my ordinary, extraordinary, beautiful life. I know what it is now. I’ve listened to TikTok and Facebook gurus, read books, I’ve sat in stillness and I’ve screamed into the air and pounded my fist against my truck’s console without holding back. When it happened to me…
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Thank You
When I started writing last December it was solely for me. If someone would have told me that in eight months I would publish a blog that contained the most intimate details of my life, I would never have believed them. Every step has been an intention to push myself. I fear a life of…
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My Daughter
“Every act of creation is first an act of destruction.” -Pablo Picasso For decades my siblings’ ongoing blame towards our mother for lifelong issues compared to my lack thereof caused me to believe that I wasn’t capable of the naïve feeling of guilt that my mother struggled with when it came to such things. Events…
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Seen
Each day of my life has presented me with a spectrum of possibilities, and I’ve responded to this freedom in every way imaginable. I’ve responded with determination and with powerlessness. There has been a perseverance that has been built up in my very bones and there has been an outright feeling of to hell with…
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Stunned
Two years ago I was so past the point of done that I believed separating myself from everything that took me away from joy would suffice to settle me into a feeling of peace, but it doesn’t work like that. I admit that I have reached the point where the peaceful moments in my life…
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Undone
I only had one serious relationship before my husband, and what I remember most was not knowing how to handle him. He was like no man I had met before. He wanted to talk to me, take me out to restaurants and to movies. He was interested in more than just the physical, and I…
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Leaving The Family
I was in love with my husband’s family. It’s hard to know where to start. By default of birth and marriage I had the privilege of maintaining a place within a variety of families, from rich to poor, black to white. Thoughts of my mother’s side recall college professors, a rich ancestry and a drive…
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