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There are myths that persist begging me to ask what's up with this? I don't think "my mother" is my mother. You couldn't convince me she is, not with spending 40 years under her rule, not with ancestry results. I know truth
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My soul follows rhythms of lands my feet will never find, yet they won't give up searching for home one 3 count at a time. I have never been to Jamaica, but I think a portion of my soul is rooted there. I can't see it
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I don't prefer to travel in the ways presented to me. When I was young traveling, I remember my mother would drug me, she did that often as she tired of me often and medicine was made differently then and was viewed less harmless. If you wonder what
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I was a super shy and sensitive kid. My family environment was much like a bit of a roller coaster. My parents had not healed their wounds and passed them onto my sister and me. I was super drawn to animals, always, and was a natural vegetarian, refusing to eat
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Looking back 16 is too young to have a lover no wonder high school sweethearts either bond forever or blister from burning out. But my dad had left, not by choice, by result. And a woman, a growing woman needs containment. Without it she is subject to much exposure relationally
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I have this memory; it’s more tied to a scent than a visual memory I hold. It’s so simple I may not have recalled it at all if I didn’t fall in love with this Hello Kitty hand lotion I found like a diamond in the rough
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She passed in the year 2020, still alone, her French quieted. Her story remained unbeknownst to her, maybe even to her mother, not knowing why they hid their language, not knowing why they carried layers of shame left undefined by acknowledgment. There were seven grandchildren, of whom I was the
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Through various stages of destruction, I watched my sister’s addiction grow—to the point that she hit our Nana. An unexpected phone call came at work from a police officer I knew from high school: “Kris, can you get here now? It’s bad. Your sister hit your Nana.
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We took our time saying our goodbyes first, to the moments tied to seasons we both knew we wouldn’t see pass again. Then to the toys that no longer held your interest, or that the pain and fading energy wouldn’t allow. Then slowly, to our daily rituals, the
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There is a lineage of yoga that saved my life. An introduction that came more than once. First it came through friendly offering seemingly the practice came in solitude, a trio of distribution, but I resisted what I viewed as illusion. Sister Renee, on her mission to save the day,
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They called her Bayou Betty She got mad Answered back, “I’mma city cat” Concrete under my pads I’m from New Orleans I know about architecture And this and that
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She is a rescue but as many have said before, she has rescued me as much as I have her. She welcomed me in Louisiana. She scouted my land in Alabama. She teaches me steady boundaries, relentless self-care, and how to follow the rhythm of the day, not the