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Sometimes, I am messy…

Sometimes I am messy. I love hard. I cry hard. I am passionate. I am impatient. I am hard on myself. So much I have learned in the last year. About love, about business, about friendships, relationships, hardships. I have gained traction in my life. Dug my nails deep...

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The Belt of Lies

Some kids tell lies and get told they will go to time-out, some kids are told that they will get a spanking - some even do. My cousins and I were told that if we didn’t shape our shit up, we would get The White Belt with Silver Things on it. Truth be told,...

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A Mother’s (Self) Love

For the love of God, knock your shit off. This culture we have created of the frazzled, forgotten, war-torn-underwear havin’, haven’t-relaxed-in-God-knows-how-long mom has got to go. We stop buying new bras so we can afford the latest (cough bullshit) toy for our...

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High for the Holidays

Christmas has not always been merry. I think the majority of the world can attest so I say it matter-of-fact like. Since I was young, as far back as I can remember, I’ve dreamed of Hallmark. “Lay it on thick” I say! The comfy-cozies, the tree lightings,...

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Girl Baby.

Long before she was here, I dreamt of her. I always thought I wanted a boy. Having a boy seemed easier, less messy and I could skip all of the fucked up mother-daughter bullshit. I was convinced that the codependent relationship I had with my own mother would bleed...

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The First.

My earliest memory is staring underneath my mother’s bed, scared and crying. There in the dark was a purse with a metal frame, pillowed interior and dawned a bizarre looking dog face. I remember being on my stomach, my eyes locked on that dog face, wanting...

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