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Death and Time

© 2017 Death and Time Death loves us. She is there. Always. In the shadows.  Waiting. In our most vulnerable moment, she scoops us up and carts us home, to that place of mystery. She is mother. She sets us … Continue reading

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Walking Shadow

I read that in 1979 there were 79 MFA programs across the country. In 2014, (Flavorwire: “27 Writers on Whether or Not to Get Your MFA”) there were 854. I took my first creative writing class at a community college … Continue reading

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Broken Heart

2017 began on a beautiful note. I saw my beloved granddaughter Jan 2, (whom I hardly ever get to see) who is happy and excited after completing her first quarter as a freshman in college. Seeing her is the greatest … Continue reading

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No More Drama

Every time I hear Mary J. Blige sing “No More Drama,” I cry. Broken heart again. Another lesson learned. Better know your friends, or else you will get burned. Gotta count on me, cause I can guarantee that I’ll be … Continue reading

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My Mother Raised a Fool

Geezus, it’s June already. Half the year gone. It’s been months since I posted. Some people post daily. But that ain’t me, babe. That ain’t me. I wish it were. I mean, I wish I felt that free, that light, … Continue reading

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Death, Dying, Life, and Living

We are born to die. Not that death is the goal, just that we are not meant to live indefinitely. Generally, most of us, want to stay here in this thing we experience as life, in this consciousness, this earth … Continue reading

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Christmas is Hell

This year, Christmas went all right. I envy people who get excited, people who say it’s their favorite time of year. It isn’t my favorite time at all. It’s the worst. Every year, I brace myself, starting on November 1st. … Continue reading

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