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Sages and Pages
Writing until it makes sense
Sages & Pages
Writing Until It Makes Sense
A mix of creative writing and reflective pieces that help me understand life, myself, and the world.
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A poem about the state of the world.
A prose piece on my adoptive mother's passing.
A prose piece on childhood, motherhood, and well, responsibility.
A prose piece about life, death, and what happens in between.
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Part reflection, part prose piece about remembering your younger self.
Part reflection, part prose piece about grief.
Part reflection, part prose piece about finding comfort in sadness.
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The Steps Don't Matter
"You don't dance enough." She said as she took me in her arms. "You're too young to dance so little." And she should know, she had been...
A Death, a Hallway, and a Solstice
Today is June 21st, 2023, it's the summer solstice here in the northern hemisphere. 32 years ago, my 42-year-old adopted mother died in a...
Responsibility
It starts out so simple and the first face you see you can't really see, you more sense them. And they usually weep at the joy and...
Seventy-seven
From my house, I heard the murmur of Highway 77. The cars talking to each other in a constant tone. For a moment I felt guilty for...
Make of It What You Will
"But she's not Black!" I overheard my White adopted mother proclaim to my White stepfather after a visit from "concerned' neighbors...
Circling
That winter when the snow didn't seem to stop. Pushing from the sky and concealing the ground in layers, we had each other. You can't...
Identity
What does identity mean and what purpose does it serve? I keep thinking of the identities we give ourselves and the ones others give to...
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