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January 6, 2017 – Dealing With Death

Day six was a doozy. DEATH. I don’t fear many things (well, actually spiders terrify me), but I have had an innate fear of death since I was a young child. I’ve had many brushes with death over time, and […]

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January 4, 2017 – Overcoming Anxiety

Day four has been the most difficult to put into place. I have suffered from anxiety since my heart attack in 1997, at the age of 39. I died on the table in front of my children and was brought […]

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Compartmentalizing Tragedy

Well, here we are, another year has passed and we are posting on our social networking sites about 9/11. Don’t get me wrong, I’m far from not being empathetic, but I started to think about how this all works. I […]

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A swollen tongue…

I have been writing poetry for a very long time… I have spilled my life onto the blank page in fits of sadness and rage… I have made confessions that stained virgin paper… I have willed ink to be my […]

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Daily Gratitude 1/5/14

Today I am grateful for making it through a 15 hour day at my MFA program. As exhausted as I am, I cannot even begin to find words for the appreciation I carry in the depths of my being for […]

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The end of life a mistake?

Read This I’m not sure what direction to go in with this story as I’m all over the place with it. So ideally, one might see this as a race issue. No. Then of course there is the idea that […]

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Remembering a war torn father

I saw a photo today of a mother in full cammies hugging her daughter and the pained look on her face took me back in time… Growing up as a military brat, I spent my entire childhood, and some of […]

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Life in a birth canal

When you feel like life is one contraction after another trying to push you out into the world, the natural reaction is to hold on, plant your feet, and try to stay within that space of your comfort zone.  The […]

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Suicidal thoughts of a Thanatophobe

‎”It is in your darkest hour, when you stand face to face with your inner demons that you understand who you are. It is also when you realize the depth of your strength and faith to overcome the compulsion to […]

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Grasping for being in shed skin

This journey of the funeral and the rebirth has been a long time coming and I really thought it was something that would come to a conclusion with the photo shoots and finishing the book. I was wrong. Yesterday, it […]

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