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Chapter 1: 2023

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Everyday is a new chapter in our lives. Today is the first chapter in a new volume of your life. It is time to begin implementing the plans you have making. What is that? You haven't finished those plans. Don't worry you aren't alone. I can't count the number of things that I haven't finished planning or even begun to plan. New Year's reminds me of the beginning of school year. Friends and strangers asked if I am ready and my response is almost always "No, but it is coming, anyway." That is true of the New Year as well.

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100 Words on Evidence

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This meme has run across my socials multiple times in the last couple of weeks. In 1994, I thought I knew so much but the evidence was weak. Since then I've learned and unlearned so many things. When I learned that I had ADHD, I had to unlearn shame and guilt. I am forgetful, I …

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100 Words on my Curves

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When I first hear Homage to My Hips by Lucille Clifton, I felt like she was talking to me. My hips are big hips, they don't fit into little places and need room to move around. I was empowered that day and every time I've read it or heard it recited. In fact, the first …

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A Year In Review (Kind of)

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2021 like its predecessor was a year that has left deep grooves in my memory. A year of hope and another year of loss, the last year is more of a blur than I like to admit. Everything has been whipped together in a blender of stress and I am over it. Aren't we all? …

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I am alright? Short Answer. No

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Ok is a foreign state of being. There is only doing what I need to do to get through the next minute, hour, day. I get by like this and the days have turned into weeks and months. Moments of happiness are mixed with every other emotion. Each breath, each dawn a victory or a stalemate.

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10 years of Writing

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New blogs and adventures are beginning after all, what is the fun in making the rational. Poe didn't reach greatness until he had experienced long periods of horrible sanity.

Going Back In Time

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Florida was my home for 18 years. In a way, it will always be my home. So much of who I am today was formed in the Sunshine State, albeit from the shadows as I am not really found of heat or sun. Yes, I did willingly move to Florida but until you live here you don't understand how oppressive the sun is. It never really stops trying to scorch the invaders so it can go back to being a happy mosquito infested swamp. We all have our glory days, and Florida misses when its very nature repelled development.

State of Things July

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Wow, what a month!! It is hard to believe that in five days it will be over. And then it will be back to my day job and the stresses and pressures of being an American educator.

Sometimes There Are No Villains

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And no victims. Photo by Irina Iriser on Pexels.com In fiction, there is a villain to oppose the hero. In the wake of a villian's terror, victims call and plead for help. In real life, no so much. And that's just the way it is. No matter how much you want there to be. It …

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Vague Death Post

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What do you do when the person you've been in a toxic relationship for 16 years dies and you find out a day later? What do you do when for the last ten years that person has kept you as a secret? You cry.  The tears seeping out rather than pouring.  You tell yourself to …

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