“I Love You, Daddy”

I admit it; it’s true. I’m far too sensitive for a grown man. At any given moment, I could easily find myself whimpering, sniffling or...

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Dear Sir

“There was a flower in her heart, it just needed more room to bloom, and when she let it free, she showed the world that sometimes...

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There is a Hooker in All of Us. Isn’t there?

Originally published October 14, 2015 When I was small, I used to tell my mother, “When I grow up I’m moving to...

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Woodwork

She built a home with her hands each beam uncalculated but standing erect to perfection nails nor screws thoughtfully placed because she...

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Send Them Away

I don’t think I have another rant left to write. Disgusted, frightened, ashamed, and whatever synonyms for those words that might be...

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Death of a Racist Cousin

when the death call came your confederate ideas and vile vernacular came swinging back at me like a bloody noose from our haunted family...

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Creating a Feminist Future

My daughter started Kindergarten this year, and in the fourth week of school, a little boy kicked her in the face while she was playing on...

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‘Go To’ Relief

Is there love on this dangerous road? The one that holds a bottle of your liquid seduction that will never let go of my reflection in this...

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