At the grocery store this week, a woman dropped a box of blueberries. They went everywhere. She was too old to pick them up, and people up and down the aisles just stopped and stared. I just stopped and stared. Her trembling voice, shouting “Cleanup—I need a cleanup!” Embarrassed. Close to tears. Fucking blueberries. All …
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I was looking for my anger over the last few days, wondering why it wasn’t here. Anger about my community. About what we are all going through. To be honest, though, I speak from luxury. I really do. I didn’t lose a home. I didn’t lose family or friends in the shooting. I am still …
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View from a mile down the road: If you didn’t know, after my last post about the shooting, my community has since been on fire (I just got internet access back). What a fucking week. I went from a town vigil to evacuating Adam’s mom to then evacuating myself and my family. Not to …
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I have cried every day this week. I'm wondering when tears will stop. A few months ago, when I was feeling this way, I just became disconnected. People noticed. Asked me why I wasn't posting on the blog. Why I wasn't writing. Why I wasn't answering texts or calls. Today, I've decided that …
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I went to Georgia last January. I had read a book and become inspired and flown away to a land of history and richness and cultural pride. My God it was a beautiful place to be. Before leaving Atlanta for Savannah, I went to the MLK museum. I saw the sad little row of houses …
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So I just finished watching a movie instead of studying for my state EMT exam, because of course I did. Anyway, the closing line was, "We don't need you to make us feel safe, because you made us feel brave." And I was talking to my boyfriend, and he said that we don't have a …
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I have had, I think, the most interesting couple of days—days that taught me about relationship, and about connection. I’ve witnessed desperation, depravity, sadness, hopelessness, all in the span of 48 hours. To say I am emotionally exhausted is, perhaps, a perfectly understated description…hence the coffee. I’ve always argued that you never have to travel …
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The Wild Heart of Life 