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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.

4 days ago

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First Father's Day

Last Father’s Day, there was a baby in my belly. The one before that, I had someone else barely cooking in my stomach and shortly after we celebrated with brunch at The Smith, we lost them. I was devastated. You handled it all in stride. Not once did I see pain on your face or in the clench of your fist. You held it together for me. Or maybe…

17 days ago

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Forgetfulness

Tiny details, that may seem insignificant to some, are slowly slipping from my memory. I've always applauded myself on how well I remembered people’s faces and random details no one ever cared about. I’m the girl who pretends she doesn’t remember people, but truthfully, I rarely forget a face. And numbers. I used to know telephone numbers like it was my job. Thanks to cell phones, knowing…

a month ago

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Running back to myself

Ten months. It was the first time since having the baby that I’ve stepped on a treadmill. I stepped on gingerly at first, not sure if my body remembered how to run anymore. Running had never been my favorite pastime; it was simply something I did because it helped with weight loss. I almost fell, too focused on choosing the right “get hype” music on my phone while simultaneously…

3 months ago

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Guilt

I spend most of my days filled with guilt. It stains my cheeks, I can’t get it off my hands, and it weighs heavily on my shoulders. Since becoming a mother, along with fatigue, guilt has been my constant companion. While playing with my son, I glance over at the sink filled with dishes and instantly feel guilty. If I run to him too quick when he cries, the…

3 months ago

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The Introvert Mama

Remember the movie, Eat, Pray, Love? Liz and her friends discuss words that best describe their current selves. I can’t remember Liz’s word, but growing up my word was shy. I hate the word shy. With a burning passion. Haitian adults loved to say, “Don’t be shy?’, only with their heavy accents, it sounded more like shine. Lol. I wore the label around my shoulders, like a…

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