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progress

My favorite transition I ever made was at the mess hall (for lack of a better term) of the Mission our friend lives at.  A month ago, that rainy December night.  We were visiting our friend who’s a friar. We walked in, and all the friars were there for the Sunday dinner.  Our friend introduced… Read More »

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green bus

I was hating this newly-known sheet.  I harm sheets because my feet are all rough with callouses.  So then there gets to be a hole, by my feet.  What a pita. I was hating this sheet Ming found in the closet, an NDE sheet.  It’s polka dots. “I hate polka dots!  Who ever thought of… Read More »

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over-sad

How could my day be so bad.  Woke up sad and in pain, crying and scared.  I’m having problems with my neck and shoulders.  I know it’s stress, and my phone.  My phone is bad for my body.  I kinda want to throw it in a lake. I was crying again at the soupline, serving… Read More »

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how to accept a compliment

Lately being complimented, it’s pretty exhausting, in person at least.  Hearing the praise, taking it in, feeling my reaction, trying not to be rude to anyone.  They give the compliment with love, but mostly I feel I don’t deserve it, or there are whole aspects of the situation they’re not understanding.  I want to accept… Read More »

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radical mental health is for whoever

We had a radical mental health thing, last night.  Around half the people were new, so it was hard to impart the group’s culture because the new people seemed anxious and awkward, so they were creating their own culture of mild fear. Still, there were some great moments.  I was listening to people talk about… Read More »

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thank you for anger

We got in the mail yesterday these amazing cookies our friends baked us as a winter gift.  They’re chocolate and then in the middle is peanut butter stuff.  Wow!  What a present. I also got this FATTIES AGAINST FASCISM teeshirt I ordered which was printed in a kitchen, so lovely, and these gorgeous prints–I think… Read More »

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language mistakes

“It’s important not to mix up the search bar with the post bar,” I said absentmindedly, on my phone. “Yeah, especially if you’re stalking someone,” Ming added.  We laughed, as he has a reputation for data hoarding, which facebook stalking could be a subset of, maybe. We’re home again.  I’m starting to appreciate this cycle… Read More »

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how things are vs how I thought they should be

We were undecorating the Christmas tree.  “Should we listen to the muppets Christmas album backwards?” I asked.  Somehow evil puppetry seemed funny to me, undoing Christmas. Ming was taking direction from Mom about which ornament should go into which little protecting bag or box.  I watched, sometimes unhooking an ornament from my side of the… Read More »

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why I love Las Vegas

Hello from the undisclosed location.  We went to the beach, trying to figure out a place our friend could spend some hours, then realized there was no shade, and maybe it was a bad idea.  Our friend had no hat.  It was a longer walk to town than we remembered. But unexpectedly, we were at… Read More »

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we’re living

“Ok, I’m going!” I said.  “If I’m not back in ten minutes, the cucuy got me.  Don’t go out without a bodyguard.” “Ok!”  Ming said.  “I’ll bring Bunny.” It had been a while since I loaded the laundry in the dark.  I had to trust the settings on the washer were right.  I’m in a… Read More »