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  • Ancestral Trauma

    It has been too long, but long is never gone, for tomorrow, no matter how long, shall arise once again as long as your essence allows it! Today, I sit in a memoir of my own life. A reality of hurt and pain. A reality of my ancestry. A reality of truth. Thoughts of my…

  • Papa

    What a beautiful site: He sat in tanned clothing, He was as handsome as can be with a clean shavened face. He wore the same paint stained watch I remembered as a child. Eloquent in an unfamiliar sitting position as he spoke of an intellectual topic. I gawked and took in every inch of his…

  • Another Year….

    Another year to depart from and say good-bye to, it was fun, it was sad and it was happy! A new year to embark on to renew yourself, to say bye to the old and hello to the new. Are you ready? Are YOU ready? I can’t hear you!! ARE YOU READY!!!!!????? (“ahem” as I…

  • “Americanality”

    “Americanality”, an urban word I describe of “what is”.  I no longer live in America. America is what I was born into, a world that was full of hope. My America is now morphing into a world of physical and mental toxicity. Americanality-Noun: A country built on bleeding blood. A country built on immigration. A country that…

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    A Cultured Christmas is… – http://wp.me/p1ZajQ-DQ

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