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September

September I’m crying because it’s September again, and I have to do it without my mama again.  I love September–it’s my birth month.  But doesn’t feel possible to live through again, without her. So here I am.  Feeling the pain–doing grief.  How do I make plans?  I keep learning, changing, and moving forward.  But sometimes… Read More »

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tortilla

“Are you mad at that tortilla?” I asked Ming.  Then I started laughing.  “I never said that sentence before.  I get a thrill,” I said.  He had moved a box that had a plate on it, with a tortilla.  It made a slamming sound, like tortilla anger. Tortillas are the most beautiful, innocent, perfect things… Read More »

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graffiti witch

Hey, I made this art about a quote I like. “It is kind to ask for help. The one who cannot ask for help, cannot be trusted.” –the Nuu-chah-nulth tribe of first nation people on the Pacific West Coast, Canada/Vancouver Island That idea is important to me.  I asked some family and friends for help,… Read More »

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Mama grief attack

I was lying in bed Tuesday, crying and missing my mama.  Grief attack–suddenly things came into focus.  I needed her, and she wasn’t there. A notebook was on the bed, and I started making a list of what I lost when I lost her.  I type it here for you. stabilizing force–her love helped me… Read More »