Tag: friendship
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Sorrow…can use some company
Sorrow – (n) Deep sadness for the loss of someone or something loved I am not sure about you, but lately, we have been surrounded by immeasurable sorrow, almost to the point of hopelessness. It seems as if every day we wake up to the loss of someone we hold…
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Take off the mask…
Depression: “feelings of severe despondency and dejection.” I was depressed, and I didn’t even know it. I never liked the word “depressed.” I said I was at peace, but I was actually numb – The hurt was so grave I didn’t know what else to do but to mask it…
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“Silent Witness”
The year was 1966. On April 3, a baby girl was born on the Lower East Side, the firstborn for Maria. One month later on May 29 of the same year, another baby girl was born in the Bronx, the youngest child of Lydia. These two baby girls had no…
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Words matter…all the time!
I love you, I hate you. Go away, please stay. You are amazing, you are ugly. You are a failure, you are brilliant. Hello, Goodbye. Will you marry me? She’s gone. You failed, you passed. Go to Hell, God is Love. It’s a boy, I am sorry for your loss.…
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Forgiveness is difficult to give..but required…
Warning this blog may be too revealing for some. Read at your own risk! As a little girl, I witnessed the many times my mom would hold a grudge, and I mean that lady could hold a grudge like nobody’s business. I promised myself I would never be that person.…
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The older I get……the less I need…
This past year I have experienced loss, and with each loss, I have sat still to ponder…what do I need. I realized I needed less of everything and more of anything! Fewer bags, shoes, clothes…these are things that can’t love you back. I needed more of human connection. I needed more…
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Is it just me…or is it hot in here?
Wanna go for some Pinkberry? Sure! So we all packed into the car and headed out to get our favorite frozen yogurt. As we sat and enjoyed our delicious yogurts, I suddenly felt like my chest was going to explode. My heart was pounding, and I felt faint. Robert, I…
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She’s my friend…with no judgment, I think!
Growing up my mom had a very best friend…her name was Mery. They couldn’t be more different. My mom liked fancy things, Mery was simpler in her taste. Mami loved jewelry and makeup, and Mery only wore her wedding ring and a watch. Even with their extreme differences, my…