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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 →
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 →
Today marks one year since I woke up, preparing for one of the most difficult days of my 50 years, and saw the news a dear friend, Maria Mills Greenfield had passed away. Although my plans had included stopping to see her again when I reached Florida, I would, instead, cry my eyes out watching... Continue Reading →
A couple of days ago I signed the first rental lease I have signed in over 15 years. I was handed the keys to a small one bedroom apartment in the same complex where I had rented my first apartment 31 years before. It felt very circular, almost as if God was giving me an... Continue Reading →
I am a transient. For all that means, as much as it pains me to admit, I AM a transient. I became homeless, officially, only weeks before the election. While the church members who attended the Branch where I am a member cast votes overwhelmingly and loudly for now President Trump, I was living in... Continue Reading →
