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The “R” word: Rohingya Refugees

    “There may be times when we are powerless to prevent injustice, but there must never be a time when we fail to protest.” – Elie Wiesel We never used to believe the military. We were born afraid within … Continue reading

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Friday Futuring

Listen. Are you breathing just a little and calling it a life? – Mary Oliver I don’t know about you, but maybe because we are at the onset of a new year, or maybe because I just turned a big … Continue reading

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I wish I had let myself be happier. – The Top Five Regrets of The Dying. I’ve never felt so alone, which by the way, is utterly a false belief. Perhaps that’s what the thought of having an empty nest … Continue reading

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Try saying Yes.

Try saying yes to things even if they are hard, especially if they tear you like you’re a piece of  paper, hurt you so much that your vision blurs. Try saying yes to a difficult day when doors are being … Continue reading

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Miracles/aliens/angels/science on this day in 2011:

miracles/aliens/angels/science March 11, 2011 at 8:14am We were excited to see it. It was my son who pointed it out to me as we drove onto the highway from the hospital plaza where the kids just had their dental cleaning. … Continue reading

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Everything is getting through my skin, permeable paper-thin. There are rumors of birds fighting high up in the trees, their chatters louder as I strain to listen. They say, eighty percent of your thoughts today is the same as yesterday. … Continue reading

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Fuck 2016! I hear this phrase a lot as the year came to an end. I would nod along when I hear this from friends and strangers. The year has been brutal, I would agree, remembering the pre-and post–election devastated … Continue reading

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It’s the hole, stupid. The black hole of something, the dark show of nothing. The place where nothing grows, but something slithers, simmers, fizzes in the corner. It’s the middle, stupid. The beginning was spectacular, who else came into this … Continue reading

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  It’s Mother’s Day here in the U.S, and I am wishing myself, “Happy Mother’s Day.” That is probably because no one in the house said anything to me about being a mother, or how wonderful and essential I am … Continue reading

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Cuts like a serrated knife

It doesn’t matter why  you went only that you went. I told myself twenty times today. To have nothing but silence is like sudden death. No chance for long goodbyes or postmortem analysis of who did what to whom where … Continue reading

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