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2020 was an eventful year for most people. I was not an exception. For me, it meant the entire world would finally be a bit more empathetic about the situation I had found myself in for the last several years: Being confined to my apartment. I made a few friends Although my reason for being... Continue Reading →
I've written a little about my background with other dogs before mine, and then how Athena Brooke came to be at my side, so you may want to catch up before proceeding. When I met Athena If you do want to catch up,, here's that story: A Woman's Best Friends Athena only days old Today,... Continue Reading →
During my poetry class, we were given an assignment to write two contrasting poems about the same substance. One of the poems was to be completely literal. No figurative language was allowed in that poem. For that assignment, I penned a poem called, "Rootbeer Barrels." The second part of that assignment was a bit more... Continue Reading →
Wondering why I've decided to share so many poems lately? Well, tomorrow, March 21st IS World Poetry Day! Here's my next one, which actually was recorded first in this particular session. Screaming SecretsThe wronged shrieked from their fingertips, silenced no longer, Empowered by consent, Enraged from words not welcomed to... Continue Reading →
Screaming Secrets The wronged shrieked from their fingertips, silenced no longer, Empowered by consent, Enraged from words not welcomed to say, stuffed inside, eating the polite curtains away like acid until the screams always silent Screeched their way through the internet in a digital riot Igniting memories long... Continue Reading →
Don't define meBy the actions ofThose I’vesurvived Don’t define meBy those whoWould have medeprived Don't define meBy the peopleWho pushed meDown Don't define meBy the fat thatHides mesurrounds Don't define meBy the actionsMy body can notPerform Don’t define meBy the actionsYou think are theNorm Don't define meBy the tearsYou don't watchMe cry Don’t define meWhen... Continue Reading →
When my daughter and her husband bought me a DNA test for my birthday a few years ago, I was thrilled to confirm that I was almost as Irish as an old boyfriend had thought (he said I looked a lot like one of his relatives, still in Ireland). That gave me a little thrill,... Continue Reading →
Slighte-ly Maggie Podcast 1 Transcript 4:31 PM: Transcript Doing this idea of the podcast... Slightely Maggie the podcast. What does that look like? Slightely Maggie the advocate for herself. I'm not good at advocating for myself. I'm better at advocating for other people. What I did notice today while I was in the virtual hearing... Continue Reading →
It's been a few years since I started reflecting on my relationship with LGBTQIA+ Pride and how my relationship with the month of celebration has changed over the years. From the outside, I appear as a cishet (cis: living as the sex my body was born (female), het: heterosexual) woman who is an active member of... Continue Reading →
In spite of the fact I was living with no running water and only the sparsely-available electricity of a small solar panel in a fifth-wheel I called ‘home’ with a husband as temporary as the broken-down RV, I applied to Southern New Hampshire University...
