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When I Was Twenty-One

Our eyes met across the smoke filled bar The Boss playing on repeat on an 80’s jukebox I was a big girl doing shots Laughing, dancing and...

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A Young Girl

a young girl watches her mother faint from lack of food not because the fridge is empty but because her mother chooses to leave her belly...

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For Better of Worse

It was a Sunday when the new recliner flew off the Ford, Daddy having failed to latch the tailgate before he roared onto the southbound,...

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Hands of Mine

I look down and I see these hands of mine that don’t look like they belong to me….weathered and worn, signs of veins that want to speak...

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Not Pompeii

On our way to school last week, Atticus, 12, and I discuss our black cat’s willingness to lie in the driveway, unafraid or oblivious to...

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Why I Rarely Tell People I Have a Mental Illness

Why is it that every organ in your body can get sick and you get sympathy except the brain? ―Ruby Wax Subtitle: It would be so much...

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Day 218: Cumulonimbus

My daughter’s eyes are swollen and puffy-popped pink with 85% pollen and 15% heartbreak. The boy who has been calling her his for the...

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Blow (A Love Story)

Your eyes, dark chocolate melted and mixed with sin. Impetuous daring, I slipped into the bucket seat. You said, Fasten your seatbelt, this...

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Walking With Whitman

There was a Child went forth every day: And the first object [she] look’d upon, that object [she] became: And that object became part...

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I’m Stable. Now What? My Radicalization Journey

“I don’t want to stay in the bad place, where no one believes in silver linings or love or happy endings.” ―Matthew Quick, The...

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Hey Woman

I admit it. I sometimes feel uncomfortable being a woman. I’m not as deeply in touch with my femininity as I should be. I have not...

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I Just Want One Day

I want to fly in the endless sky where every dreamer’s dream breathes and resides among the clouds, amid the stars. Where there are no...

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6 Ways To Find Your Smile

I never write something with the intention of invoking reactions. I write my truth – good, bad, and ugly. When something is on my heart,...

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For Judith (d. October 1st, 2015, Senegal)

The whiskey is speaking in tongues again warming my stomach while life goes on the Beagle snores and my heart is sick and tired because you...

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When The Dark Days Come

honey like someone once said we belong a long way from here the tragic mysteries of life unfold in front of us and upon us leaving...

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Thunderstorm

The clouds wrestles, vibrations felt inside your existence, lighting cracks illuminating the sky Clouds finally giving in, releasing the...

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My Mother’s Death

My mother’s death was a shock at first. And then it was a relief. She was diagnosed with bone cancer on March 9, 2012. She died in the...

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I Am Jodi Arias’s Mother

This interview is the first time Sandy Arias has spoken publicly about her daughter Jodi Arias. Sandra Dee Allen was born in 1958 in a...

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My Mother’s Heart

This entry is part 7 of 13 in the series: Better with Erin Righetti I remember my fascination as a young girl of six or seven, laying on my...

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Hey, Mom Next Door – I See You

I admit I didn’t really like you when we first met. We had only been in the house a month when you came over with your 12-year-old son,...

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A Hollywood Mystery: I was a Black Market Baby

I learned I was a black market baby when I was 14. There was no legal adoption, and it’s still unclear if money had changed hands. The...

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Good Enough Mother

Advice to back off Advice to do more Be a good enough mother Not too good Don’t overdo it Don’t make him dependent on you He will never...

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Love in the Time of Dementia

My mom desires a closeness with me now that she never did when I was young. I’d long suspected my mother didn’t embrace parenting in...

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I Am Your Mother

I’m your mother, but no I’m not listening. You’re talking in the backseat of the car. I hear you, barely. I’m your...

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Being a Birthmother on Mother’s Day

As with most pregnant teens during the “love generation,” I was told that the right thing to do was to relinquish my baby to a...

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Of Waves of Reminiscence

I swear I heard the sun burn something alive under the ocean. I heard a scream just as I lit the matches to a wooden coffin with no body...

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