My piggy bank

“The little pink skeleton was small and cold and its flowers were made of four circles with a stem, like one doodles on paper when they don’t know how to make a distinguishable flower, like a rose or an iris. The brushed pink and blotted, purple flowers have never cracked…

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Family

Family, how would one define this choice group of souls? I don’t believe blood fits in the guidelines, since we choose our soulmates before we get here, it’s only natural that we migrate to our soul siblings at the most opportune time. I love my choice family and am so…

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Seeing my childhood friends last night

    Keith made a comment to me in regards to how far some of my childhood friends came to support the release of How Far Will I Run.   He was in awe before the party with how Charles and Dionne helped me to get  the t-shirts done, Pat…

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Uncle Joe

Today, as I was preparing for my release party, I gave my uncle Joe his copy of my memoir. Throughout the day, I walked past his room and I noticed, through his open door that he had started reading and didn’t look up until he was finished with my printed…

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