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girlfriend

Hello–how are you doing?  I was thinking about what a girlfriend is.  I realized I have some intense connotation for that word–maybe it’s a loaded word. So I decided to try unpacking my associations.  In my journal I listed them. The left column is more positive, with words like close, honored, and tender.  The right… Read More »

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speaking at the Friends meeting

Hello–how are you doing?   Speaking at the Friends meeting is something I never thought I would do.  We’ve been going since November.  God gave me a message, and I didn’t feel much choice but to speak it.  The message was something like this. message You know at the doctor, there can be a pain scale. … Read More »

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crafts

In a Little Free Library some months ago, I found two cool books for kids.  I am a big kid, apparently.  One is about making friendship bracelets and other cord-ish things.  So colorful and pretty–I love it.  The other is crafts throughout the year. What are crafts?  I always thought crafts were arts that require… Read More »

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scriptures

“Do you read any kind of scriptures?” my friend in Montana asked. Wow, scriptures.  Like the Bible.  The Gita?  Sutras?  I sing a song Ya Devi often which has lyrics from a holy book called the Chandi. “No, not lately,” I said.  “But I pray, do ritual, dance, sing.   I listen to Mother Earth and… Read More »

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heavy

Hey, I would like to express a preference to you.  It’s that you don’t use heavy to mean bad.  I don’t want to be language policey, but it hurts me.  Thanks for considering. Heavy can be really good, like me.  This is my body–I love my body, and if you don’t, that’s ok.  But please… 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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fat dance

It was a weird-ass Halloween.  I finally talked to my friend who’s back in prison.  He’d been calling me, but I missed his calls.  Usually my ringer is off–I only turn it on for specific reasons. So I was looking at my phone and saw that call, from that area code.  I hadn’t heard my… Read More »