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My words, my thoughts, my life. Writing my way to freedom.

My words, my thoughts, my life. Writing my way to freedom.

9 days ago

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This Year, Forgiveness

I decided this is the year I have to forgive you. Not just in mouth service but with hard, hard work. I decided for my own sanity, my emotional health, and for the wellbeing of those closest to me, I have to evict you from the crevices of my mind where you have been residing rent free. For years, I have harbored a not so secret anger towards you, an…

12 days ago

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Back to the familiar

For almost two months I found myself unable to write and even to pick up a book. I have been reading books for what seems like forever. I don’t remember this but my mother once told me I wrote a short story on Red Riding Hood when I was in kindergarten. When I ran into my kindergarten teacher years later, she proudly repeated the same story. I started first…

3 months ago

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The Politics of Safety

The Politics of Safety It was an ordinary Thursday night and I was out with girlfriends for some desperately needed girl talk. We ate, we drank, we moved to another spot because in this group, dessert was a must. By the time we were ready to part ways, it was eleven. Since moving to NYC and particularly Brooklyn, I don’t get on subways past a certain time. For the…

4 months ago

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Dreamin' little girl

You spend your entire childhood, face pressed against the window of adolescence, anxiously waiting for the day you will become a full fledged adult. You think your college age and young adult neighbors are cool. Handsome men beep impatiently on their horns, ready for a night on the town. High heels, mini skirts, and tattoos are on your short list of adult must-haves. If only I could be (insert age)…

6 months ago

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I used to write

There was a time when I did not choke on the word “writer". When words were a safe haven from a confusing adolescence and were closer than any family. I was very young when I started drawing pictures on blank white paper given to me by my father on summer days when he took us to his workplace. He was free from worrying about us cooped up in the house…

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