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Diary entry from 1998

Tuesday, September 6, 2011 Written 11/19/98 at 11pm Today is the beginning of the rest of my life… Today marks the ending of my marriage and the beginning of a new life with me, myself and I and also my three children. Today is just the legal beginning. Soon, once I have the key to…… Continue reading Diary entry from 1998

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A Red Balloon 

Monday, March 5, 2012 My mother was just like a balloon that was filled with hot air…. And would pop when it had too much air or someone poked it with a pen…though she wasn’t filled with hot air….. She was filled with hate, confusion, pain, negativity…. She would get really full… Just like a…… Continue reading A Red Balloon 

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Kickball

Tuesday, September 1, 2015 Kickball I was in middle school when I finally realized I had no skills. Kickball was what showed me just how different I was. Kids on the bus talking about how they played outside after school. Walked to the corner store together. Played wall ball, jumped in the water from fire…… Continue reading Kickball

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I believe a child deserves …

Friday, July 29, 2011 I believe….. that all children deserve love, attention, and nurturing. I believe…. that a safe environment allows children to explore and grow. I believe…. all children deserve to be validated. I believe…. that all children deserve to feel cherished and adored. I believe….. all children deserve protection. I know that when…… Continue reading I believe a child deserves …

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Books inspire…

Friday, July 29, 2011 There are many books out there that Ive read that have been of inspiration and value to me thru my journey… Some of them I read years ago… others have been more recent… but thru each one i have been able to find a familiarity…. a sense of ….. “heh ive…… Continue reading Books inspire…

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Mirrors…

Friday, July 29, 2011 Mirrors…mirrors are hard to look into sometimes…it’s one of the reasons I can’t always look directly into peoples’ eyes…it’s like a mirror…seeing what I see when I look in the mirror in their eyes is a big fear of mine… I work hard so they don’t get the information I know…… Continue reading Mirrors…

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Validate me for I am a child…

Saturday, July 30, 2011 “Even monkeys are cute” That is what she said to me as a small child. I was a small, quiet, polite, pretty child, or so I have been told. I had long ponytails, cute chubby cheeks and a delightful smile, or so i have been told. I remember people would smile…… Continue reading Validate me for I am a child…