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Spiritual Awakening

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I woke up this morning hearing my name being called. At 4:00 a.m. I woke up screaming, mostly because I'm tired, in pain, and did not want to be disturbed. I truly wanted to wake up refreshed, even if it meant I had to take something for pain later on, I just wanted the goddamn … Continue reading Spiritual Awakening

Holiday Weeks

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It's no secret: I'm fucking exhausted. Fibromyalgia, migraines, and two hundred truckloads of stress are slowly trying to kill me. Every day, I wonder if a heart attack or a stroke will take me out. I wish I were being dramatic, but I'm not. I would really like to curl up on the floor like a … Continue reading Holiday Weeks

A Hard Week Ahead

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A Hard Week Ahead Seven years ago this week, my father passed away. He bravely battled various forms of cancer for 15 years. Eight years “clear”, cancer resurfaced. It continued to be a battle on and off for the remainder of his life, which ended at age 63. Way too young. From year-to-year, I have … Continue reading A Hard Week Ahead

There Are Days

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There are days, weeks, months even, when I have absolutely nothing to say. It doesn't mean I've shut down or that the thoughts and ideas in my head have stopped, it simply means I've got nothing to say. Sometimes it's very individualized. I have friends I speak with regularly that I do not tire of, … Continue reading There Are Days

Writer Struggles: Part One

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One of the things I struggle with as a writer is friends and family reading my work. If it’s fiction, they really don’t spend a lot of time reading personal things into it, but when it’s on a platform like this? UGH! I cannot tell you how many times I have received e-mails, text messages, … Continue reading Writer Struggles: Part One

There Is A Place…

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In Memory of my Uncle, who passed away suddenly three years ago. Today would have been his 62nd birthday. If anyone lived life to the fullest and gave with his whole heart, it was him. He was my guide post for so much in my life, and for that I will forever be grateful. RMP … Continue reading There Is A Place…