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ancestors

Ancestors don’t have to be blood ancestors or family ancestors.  This idea is super important to me.  When I’m passing by an institution, and I know people in there are disabled like me, those people are my ancestors.  Well, they are still alive. But everyone in the whole world, back through time, who was called… Read More »

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fears of our ancestors

“Are the fears of our ancestors supposed to become our fears?” I asked. “Uh…” Ming said. “My mom was afraid of bridges.  She was also claustrophobic,” I said. I’d just asked Ming to take a picture of the varicose veins on the back of my right leg.  He took the pic and showed it to… Read More »

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my peeps were bombed and all I got was this stupid blog post

Hey, guess what. My peeps who were bombed over in New Mexico–it’s disturbing. It’s not my past, but it affects me a lot. My mom’s mom dying at age 52 of lymphoma was not a chance thing. The government hurt a lot of people, said oops, and fled. Here’s some info about it. https://www.trinitydownwinders.com/ It’s… Read More »

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don’t touch me wrong

Hey, guess what today is. You have three guesses. Nope, not egg day. Not Thanksgiving, though every day is good for thanksgiving. No, not International Popsicle Day, probably. I didn’t look that up. Today is the anniversary of the first nuclear bomb test, Trinity Day. In the desert, where my peeps are from, in New… Read More »