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Sorting through 40 years of memories, rebuilding myself one day at a time and learning to let life happen. Is this thing on? November 6, 2015. I need to come back after a lengthy hiatus. I need to quiet the demons who interrupt my attempt at rational thought; to shoo away the dust that seems to cloud my view of sanity. Things will be different this time. I have a different focus. Perhaps a more scattered view, but my soul craves the outlet, the virtual companionship.
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Confessions of a Pseudo-Gaysian Suburban Dad. Thoughts on gender, race, parenting, and theater. An Open Letter to the Neighbor Who Filed a Complaint against my Black Lives Matter Sign. When you see my son is bouncing a basketball in the driveway, do you see a younger version of these boys and young men? These are the things we think about when we proclaim that black lives matter in the form of our simple lawn sign. Posted in Parenting Children of Color.
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And Then What Happened? Stories written by Wendy Just. Beth, your brother is here to see you. I could hear the voice gently letting me know that I had company. But I was too tired to even open my eyes. He bent to kiss my lips as he pushed the plunger on the syringe. The pain was excruciating as if my heart dropped out of my chest.
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