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Death still on my mind
When I was four I busted my head on the sharp edge of an oak coffee table while I was riding my toy horse with wheels on the couch. I recall seeing my mom in bell bottoms and long hair walking through a doorway bead curtain and screaming. You’ll think I’m crazy, but I remember…
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Lessons from Grief and George
After a couple of days of no sleep or food I finally slept and had something to eat last night. I still don’t have an appetite, but will try to focus on taking care of myself since I have a tendency to torture myself when I am depressed. I am behind on work, but hopefully…
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Goodbye George
Dreaming of him I saw his face As I cried out of my sleep Into a morning storm And I texted my sister And asked what was happening And she confirmed what I felt to be true His passing passed over me like a ghost As I had prayed to god and the universe to…
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Villages and Visions
We may not be able to change the past, but we can plan for the future ahead. We are living in an era where we can create systemic change that helps everyone. Universities and places of work should foster more diversity and inclusion. Part of that support system should include childcare, which is usually a…
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Pushing Through
I mentioned before how I was thinking of leaving the tech field and maybe getting into Psychology. I even went so far as taking a position as Behavioral Intervention Therapist to help autistic children, but then the Pandemic happened and there wasn’t much coming up as far as seeing clients and actually helping the kids.…
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A Bowl of Rice
I woke up today with fragments of childhood pain and suffering lingering in my head, and then all of a sudden Jesus popped in there too. Whether he was a metaphor, or a man, or just one of the greatest stories ever told, I had him with me and my mind ran back into the…
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White
I posted this on a thread, but figured I might as well post it here too. I just wanted to share a couple of experiences I’ve had being a person of color. I have two boys who are about six years apart. When they first started school their teacher (different teachers, different schools, six years…
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Faded House
There once was a House that held the happiness and heat of a foreign and tropical land colonized by conquistadors before it faded into history. I crawled on its wooden floors before I knew how to walk. Inside it, I held my bottle and cried. People squeezed my cheeks until they were red and sore. …
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Letter to my Opressors
Dear Opressors, I never quite got so much as an apology from you for the discrimination inflicted on me repeatedly, but I forgive you. When last I communicated with you, with an open heart, I felt brushed off and that really hurt. After so many years of shared experiences, to be brushed off like that…
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Silence is Violence
Silence is violence, and that violence doesn’t have to be shown on the outside. When I brought up issues with discrimination all I got was silence. For liability’s sake, someone looked into it, but nothing was ever really done to help me move forward. The silence was so bad I wanted to end my life.…