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BD – My Granddad
My grandfather did many things for me. He was always with me. He used to carry me around on his shoulders. He would send me and my grandma on vacations. He took us out to eat. My granddad and grandma raised me. My parents had barely any involvement at all. I was encouraged to work Continue reading
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Tome Time – The 1st??
8:12pm – 8:25pm I know this isn’t the first time that I copy over a post from my paper journal, but it feels so odd. I realize… In a way, I am still hurting from my surgery. I know the reality of the situation. An intimate look at my life… that is what this is. Continue reading
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You Are You
You Are You. You are valued. You are loved. Even when you think you’re not, you are. Someone cares and always will. I say this to share with others and myself. You and I are not wastes of time or space. We are unique and completely irreplaceable people. We make mistakes and we try to Continue reading
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Letters To My Mom – We All Cope Different Ways
Hey, There are so many things I wanted to say. I do say some of it now, but it’s all in my head and to myself. I still miss you so much. And talking to myself… it’s not the same as talking to you. I know what the real state of the dead is… that Continue reading
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My Mother’s Name Was Donna
You know… I was just talking about this in the car with a friend today. Years ago, I did an interview of my mom for an assignment. When I mentioned to my aunt that I was going to interview my mom, she asked: “Why her? I’m smarter than her!” My response? “While you just might Continue reading
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Say It, Say It… Softly
I try to tell myself that I’m not sensitive. I am. I try to tell myself that I’m doing the best for myself by burying myself in my writing. Inaccurate. I thought I’d just be relieved to finish my latest chapter of NtC. 53 pages later, I am not. In fact, I’m more stressed out Continue reading
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Yums! And The Gift Of Gab
There have been two of them. For Food… Years back, while I was still getting my feet wet with cooking, I made mac n cheese. I remember my grandmother always running me out of the kitchen. I would hover at the door and hope she let me get a cube of cheese from the block Continue reading
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Just “Do” It
~J. Lyst I would also give my younger self the biggest hug. Continue reading
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Smooth Sails
This question is confusing. When I was recovering from major surgery back in 2019, I had numerous friends who came to take me to appointments, would give me money to pay bills and brought me food. I still have those same friends and we try to help each other. As for a location… I went Continue reading
Hey, Miss J! 