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If then
Everything happens for a reason. It’s something I’ve come to not only accept, but believe with my whole heart. Some people believe in God, the universe, or manifestation. Some believe in nothing at all, and maybe that in itself is still a belief—that they are simply here without intended purpose. I believe in a combination… — read more
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The Me I was. . .
I regurgitate words on a regular basis, there is no normal, there is no old me. Yet I miss the days when I recognized the person in the mirror, the woman out of her thoughts. The person I used to be is a mere shadow of my present self. My thoughts betray me, and I… — read more
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Sunday
Hello friend. . .I guess it’s been a long time since I checked in or had anything to say, but life was good. I didn’t have any pent-up dear diaries to express, but here I am. It’s been a week since she passed away and I don’t know when the grief will begin to subside.… — read more
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Lennox’s First Birthday
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Lennox 🤍
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Lennox’s Baby Shower 7/10/2021
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Note to self
Last week I took an Uber from my hotel to the airport. It wasn’t the happiest ride I would say. I was leaving my heart in California and not in the best conditions. But the Uber driver and I had a conversation we both needed. You know one of those right place right time conversations.… — read more
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Scent memory. . .
So I was in Walmart the other night with my little brother and I found a bottle of agua florida. I am ashamed to say I opened the bottle just to smell it. I was raised by my grandfather and everytime he shaved he would splash on agua florida as after shave. My little brother… — read more
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She is like that now but wasn’t before. . .
They say never look back, but sometimes memories from the past are resurfaced with just a phrase. It was something mentioned in passing that felt like the digging up of mistakes from the past. We all know our past has cultivated the present self but we try to negate it, as if we currently don’t… — read more
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She’s Like That Now. . .
They say never look back, but sometimes memories from the past are resurfaced with just a phrase. It was something mentioned in passing that felt like the digging up of mistakes from the past. We all know our past has cultivated the present self but we try to negate it, as if we currently don’t… — read more
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Hey Stranger
I see a glimpse of you, In the shadows of stranded hair, a glimmer of hope, despite past despair Just a short time ago, there was nothing left, but ashes and memories, from the hole in your chest But now I can see it, Through the glow in your eyes, You block out all the… — read more
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One Day
She sat upon a dream sometime Afraid to bring it back to life Awaiting for one day She kept The dusty little dream at rest So abandoned she lie On the cutting room floor Surpassed nine lives Yet dead again once more If not by her lips To reintroduce her to life Imagined in thought… — read more
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Hazel
I remember it clear The moment in life When fear & anticipation aligned It’s when I found out You’d be mine Minor details failed to matter Criticism, backstabbing Crowd fodder and chatter Feelings consumed My every choice Tear stained pillows Instead of rejoice An inclined challenge Though I wasn’t prepared I suddenly found courage Because… — read more
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Lonely Mom
So I’ve been single all my life. Never married, not once made a Mrs. but I was in a relationship for so long I felt married. For the past five years I’ve been single (in every sense of the word) and dating occasionally. I am very careful about who I date because I am a… — read more
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Is it like an Earthquake?
It’s been such a long time since I felt a heartbeat, not just any, but my heartbeat… I was sitting, thinking, sulking, feeling in my feelings for the first time in a long time. I forgot what it was like to be weak. I forgot what it’s like to plead, “help me!” When you’ve come… — read more
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Truth is
When your dream is to write, how do you get around to writing about things that aren’t related to writing? Sometimes I feel like I am not writing enough and lately my frustration and emotions have gotten the best of me. Blogging has always been one of my favorite things to do and the amount… — read more
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Untitled Entry for the Writer’s Digest Submitted 12/2012
Writer’s Digest: Write a short story of 750 words or fewer based on this prompt: A man who lives alone sees a set of footprints leading away from his house the morning after a heavy snowfall. *results won’t be announced until mid January -Untitled- I was lying, in what seemed to be a puddle of… — read more
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Facebook is like the FBI
Facebook is like the FBI I had been looking for a brother of mine for years. He was my father’s son from his previous marriage before my mother. Every so often when I would go off into my rants I would look up his name in every social network site available. One of my last… — read more
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