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Fall memories
September is here. Today I saw pumpkin spice lattes for sale again, a sure sign that fall is coming. I walked out of work to step on the familiar crunch of yellowed leaves, curled and wrinkled on the sidewalk, and felt a strange happiness suffuse my soul. I texted my mother, and our conversation turned…
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August 31st
Another milestone, left behind in my rear view mirror. I watched as it passed without fanfare or excitement, Another day in a string of days, the last day of another month. I dressed with the weight of change on my shoulders, pressing down slightly, asking if I knew what I was doing. I brushed it…
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Heros
What does it take To pay homage to your hero? How can you show them what they’ve done for you? Shaping the way you think and experience the world, A hero can be anyone at all I’ve had so many in my life, I can’t even name them all. I grew up surrounded by giants …
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Heros
What does it take To pay homage to your hero? How can you show them what they’ve done for you? Shaping the way you think and experience the world, A hero can be anyone at all I’ve had so many in my life, I can’t even name them all. I grew up surrounded by giants …
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Silent Goodbye
I woke up this morning, within minutes feeling anxiety lodge in my chest. It was a deep discomfort, like I was forgetting something, The tightness moved in to stay, deciding to inhabit the area around my heart. I’ve had this same sensation a handful of times, and now know what it means, although I wish…
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Payback
What is it about the sounds children make that can give such a visceral response? The sound of laughter, pealing clear and high like a bell can fill me with such joy. But the sound of their screams will curdle your blood, Depending on the pitch. I listened to five children under the age of…
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The silent heart
He was so alone, the man who did it all, quiet and self-effacing while others shone. He watched from the sidelines while others basked in the spotlight, content to know he put them there. Brilliant, caring and kind, he was a million people, behind the scenes he toiled with no expectation or desire for acknowledgement.…
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The Dog Days of Summer
It’s been a busy summer. Sometimes, I wonder how my brain remembers half of what I need to do. I started a bullet journal this week, hoping it will help me keep my life in order. I spent an hour on it the first day, and haven’t looked at it much in the last two…
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Days of Gold
Every week I go in, checking on them as I do my rounds. Ensuring no one needs anything, and if they do, that they receive as much care as I can give. Some days are rough, though not because of illness, but because of the memory of health The heartbreak comes in the moments of…