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The Road to Forgiveness, Paved by Blessing

There is something that has been pressed upon me to write about. I have been resisting publishing it, but someone out there is needing it. So whoever you are, this piece is for you. There’s a lot to be said for forgiveness. When we think of forgiveness, we often think of something that we have… Continue reading The Road to Forgiveness, Paved by Blessing

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Answers Within a Nightmare

My grandmother was a dreamer. She used to tell me about our Native American heritage and how the people believed that the answers to life, to all of our questions, and problems lay hidden in our dreams. She told me the importance of keeping a dream journal and encouraged me and at times urged me… Continue reading Answers Within a Nightmare

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These Old Bones

It was time for bed. I felt the sharp, burning pain throughout my back that has been all too familiar for too many years counting, as I tried my best to get into a position that didn’t make me feel like I was being crushed underneath a ton of bricks. Each one excruciatingly more uncomfortable… Continue reading These Old Bones

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Theresa: No goodbyes, Only see you soon

I was supposed to speak at my Big Sister's funeral last week. I had such anxiety about speaking leading up to the funeral, not knowing if once I saw her that I would even be able to talk let alone stand up in front of all those people and read my words to her. Once… Continue reading Theresa: No goodbyes, Only see you soon

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The Idea of Christmas

Each Christmas, my precious Grandmother always gifted her homemade tortillas. These were unequivocally the best tortillas that I've ever had in my life! First off, to know my grandmother was to love her. She always had the biggest smile on her face and her tone with each person she spoke to was so kind, engaging… Continue reading The Idea of Christmas

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When Being Heard is Obsolete

My father is a very kind man. He’s the kind of man that will stop on the side of the road in the freezing cold and give a homeless person his own expensive coat, some food and a ride. He’s the kind of man that is passionate about just about everything and it is always… Continue reading When Being Heard is Obsolete

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What The People Taught Me: An Account that Changed my Perception

Though I am Generation X'r (I think) I personally was subjected to racism, growing up in primarily black schools. There were a small handful of white people to say maybe 15 total and being a light colored Hispanic, I was disliked by the black kids because I was "white" and disliked by the hispanics because… Continue reading What The People Taught Me: An Account that Changed my Perception

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Freedom and Solitude: Truth’s Journey

Growing up it was a big deal in our family, telling the truth. I still remember the talks my mother would have with me as a child and onward, about lies. My mother is a very expressive person and when she gets to sharing, her hands start to move in poetic synchronization with her words.… Continue reading Freedom and Solitude: Truth’s Journey

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Anger: The Far Reaching Root

Anger... The emotion that no one wants to talk about. We embrace love, we coddle fear and pitty sadness, but we cannot bring ourselves to face anger. Psychology says that anger is just as much of a valid emotion as the others. That we must process it with the same kindness and care. So why… Continue reading Anger: The Far Reaching Root

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A Day in Motherhood

There are times when being a mom is the most trying job in the world. Whether it's when they're a baby and not sleeping all night from Colic, and you're ready to pull your hair out because you can't soothe them. Or when they're a toddler and potty training, coloring all over the walls,  destroying… Continue reading A Day in Motherhood

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The Lessons of Grief

Grief is something we hardly ever talk about. That force that pulls and pushes us at times in many different directions, in its eloquent yet chaotic dance. It takes us to the very highest peak of delightful nostalgia and crashes us back down to the lowest depth of despair, and often without any rhyme or… Continue reading The Lessons of Grief

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Pipedream

Two people found as youth, innocence in adolescence. Laughter and shallow conversations, surface deep. Somehow meaningful in their quality. Life altering accounts fallen on deaf ears and silent nods. No one to be found. Life of solitude and undisturbed memories of shadows past. Two people, faces so familiar though worn from a lifetime of heartache. Unspeakable… Continue reading Pipedream

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Into the Light

It was the hospital waiting room, the aroma of disinfectant and stale coffee filling the air. People were talking, in their own separate discussions. Voices seemingly melded together as part of a choir, singing different words but all the same tune. As the noise grew louder, my vision began to blur and my heart started… Continue reading Into the Light

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A beautiful dream

Last night I dreamt you were here... I felt your fragile little arms across me, your head so softly against mine. The sweet smell of you soothing me to sleep. So much time has gone by, me missing you. Holding on to the hope that I will see you again. I think to myself if I… Continue reading A beautiful dream