How does it effect us when things that remind us of our childhood are thrown away?
When Memories Fade: Living Without Childhood Photos or Mementos
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Roses and Alabaster
It whispers the ugliest words, echoes of those who hurt the tenderness in us.
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Lessons Learned from Manipulation
Imitation is not the best form of flattery. It is the worst form of unoriginality.
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When the Photons Call
The photons call out in desperation, for the body to pay attention.
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Inner Child
Running my fingers over the scars, I close my eyes.
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The Ego of Self Induced Terror
They will become entombed within the ancient earth and the wildflowers.
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A Childhood Near Death Experience
This passage from my memoir "Cult Child" discusses a near-death experience I had when I was five years old.
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Nighttime Haunts the Muscles
Don’t store the detritus in your body. It will mire down your feet.
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The Birth of Death
In battle, small platoons take hold positions. Their leaders converse and strategize. It is neither a battle they plan to fight nor a war they wish to start. It will be a complete conquering, and this must be a smooth sweep. Such things are not decided upon quickly. Every angle is inspected thoroughly and repeatedly. … Continue reading The Birth of Death
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The Woven Sea
The rain is folding in waves against the windows. I close my eyes into moments of lull. In the intricate weaving of life, a flow emerges. Remain steady. Stand ready. I am swaying on cusps, seeing into futures, and I delight at the hope before me. This choice I have been given, to live a … Continue reading The Woven Sea
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A Different Kind Of Damaged
I can only sit and observe, The winding streets of your hurt.
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