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20 different places
When I left my mother’s home at 16 years old, I would venture into a lot of different places to call home over the next two years. At one point it was anywhere from a few days on a friends couch to 3 months at a neighbors home. I stayed with my brother’s briefly as […]

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One bike ride home
I was 16 years old and I was riding my bike home from high school. My commute was about 8 miles to school and back. I was riding my usual route through this parking lot when something happened, probably trying to do something I thought was cool and I slammed my bike into a car. […]

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Young Teenage Years
I had a first row seat of watching my mother give herself to men and invite men over to the house. She also gave in to her need for alchohol to probably tolerate life. There was never a coffee without Kahlua in it or a soda without rum or vodka. I could smell it on […]

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Age 8
I was sitting in the chairs in front of the tv with at least my youngest brother at home. It was the middle of the day. My parents both stood behind me and said, “we need to talk to you.” I turned around to see them and blew it off to watch my tv show. […]

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What does blogging mean to me?
In an effort to clarify what blogging means to me, let me post a blog about it. I am not here and doing this for any other reason but to work on my own healing. I do not need sympathy or compassion for what I have been through. Everyone is struggling with something in their […]

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Beginnings
In an effort to really put some time in on writing. I will start with the basic information and background a reader may need in order to understand me a little more. I was born into a family that had wealth. At least all the signs of it. My father practiced as a physician and […]

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Visit with a friend
Today was hard. I am still trying to process what I decided to be a part of. I have a friend who has a diagnosis of cancer. It is in her lungs and it is really rare and she is hurting a lot. Today, after not seeing her for a few years, I met some […]

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Just things
I am a writer. I have been since I started journaling as a young middle schooler. I would say that my English teacher had profound influence on me in this arena. As she did, I learned how to write and articulate with every class I had with her. It was a gift to be in […]

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Words
Well here I am again, wanting to write. Wanting to be heard even through a small space called the internet. Truth is I have a lot of words in me. A lot to say. I want to be heard. I want to write a book about my life and publish it and help people understand […]

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Moving on
I want to move on from my past hurts. I am not really sure how to do that. I wish I could just flip a switch and it was gone. But all that pain, all that hurt, it made me who I am. I want someone to chase me, to want me, to give a […]
