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    Essays,  General Thoughts

    #BlackLivesMatter

    June 6, 2020 /

    My heart has been heavy for a while now. And my mind is still trying to come to terms with the fact that there is still systematic racism in America in 2020. It’s 20-freaking-20, not 1920, and it was just as wrong then as it is now. I just can’t fathom why anyone would think to judge someone based on the color of their skin. As a white, southern woman, I’ve grown up around racism. I went to an (almost) all-white high school. Our school district would occasionally have a student of Hispanic or Asian heritage, but I don’t recall any students who had black or African-American heritage during my…

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  • General Thoughts,  Pop Culture

    Day 4: Countdown of my favorite love songs (love/hate)

    February 8, 2018 /

    Welcome to day four of my ten-day series of Valentine’s Day-inspired blog posts. Yesterday, I wrote about my favorite songs for the brokenhearted. Today’s featured songs are about love/hate. You know? When you love and hate them and can’t seem to figure out why? Or when you hate them but still love them? I don’t think I’ve ever truly hated someone. I’ve said it and regretted it. What kid hasn’t uttered those words to a parent or sibling? I am a firm believer that you must have loved someone first to hate them. I don’t think the opposite of love is indifference; I think it’s hate. HATE: loathe, detest, despise,…

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    That for which I am thankful

    November 25, 2021
    "Why shouldn't truth be stranger than fiction? Fiction, after all, has to make sense." Mark Twain

    How much truth is in my fiction?

    December 2, 2023

    What does depression (and anxiety) look like?

    August 6, 2017
  • Essays,  General Thoughts

    September 11, 2001

    September 11, 2016 /

    I can’t believe it’s been 15 years when the tragedy still feels like yesterday sometimes. September 11 has become the “Where were you?” story for a lot of people in my generation the way the assassination of JFK or the explosion of The Challenger became for other generations. I was in my junior year in college and among the last group of people to know what had happened that morning. I didn’t watch any TV or listen to the radio that morning as I got up and went to class. That wasn’t unusual for me. Classes were held like normal and a few people mentioned to the professors that classes should be…

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