i grew up in a gloriously chaotic cacophony of a family. we were huge in number and loud in voice. there was an anonymity to being from such a large group and in that a protection that i now crave as an adult. i use to want peace and quiet when i was a kid, never feeling like i could hear myself think because of all the people. my one true wish each birthday was for quiet. and now that i have silence surrounding me i can honestly say, i can’t stand the noise.
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why clean underwear takes precedence over the colin kaepernick ‘controversy’
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on holding space for single mothers at the end of their rope
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i can see the elephants from here
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His Mama Said, “You Don’t Have to Run. But You Do Have to Finish.”
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a tritina lullaby for mama
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the smarty pants mommy and the little drummer boy: tales from the hood (mommy that is)
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