The First Snowfall

There are copious amounts of articles and books on how to mourn people that you can touch, but what about those that you cannot?

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the cherry tree and the woman with the ulcer

As we came close to the tree we could see the outline of a woman.

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who i want to be vs. who i need to be

As a black woman, you become entrapped in this cycle of trying to be who you want to be and needing to be who others want you to be.

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making a home of loneliness

Solitude as a home is a fairly new concept for me, but I’m no stranger to loneliness; I have lived, endured and grown in its deepest depths, in its darkest crevices.

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