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    op-ed,  social commentary

    Democracy dies when troops stand against protesters

    August 19, 2020 /

    OP-ED Why is democracy dead? A look at troops pitted against protesters at the Lincoln Memorial in the aftermath of the George Floyd killing.

  • baked pasta broccoli
    caregiving,  social commentary

    ‘Thank you for keeping me alive’: love language from the kitchen

    May 31, 2020 /

    What a sprig of parsley can teach us about compassion during the Covid-19 pandemic and the endemic ‘disease of hate’ in America.

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Confronting the Emotional Toll of Hurricanes  — The time to put life on hold gives an opportunity to shatter the conventional illusion that everything is stable.

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Well it kinda looks like a turkey, doesn't it? Whe Well it kinda looks like a turkey, doesn't it? When you cook for a living and the world is struggling through a pandemic, popcorn is a luxury. Much to be grateful for ... Happy Thanksgiving!
Georgia on my mind. Georgia on my mind.
Welcome back to my life! Found a '92 copy. Welcome back to my life! Found a '92 copy.
The leaves turned to match my Wellies. The leaves turned to match my Wellies.
Bitches 💙 Bitches 💙
Rainfall in fall. Rainfall in fall.
BETTER THAN SEX. BETTER THAN SEX.
At least we still have the first amendment. 📷 At least we still have the first amendment. 📷 on location at SCOTUS before the confirmation.
Fall falling. Fall falling.
Every death day anniversary I eat or cook somethin Every death day anniversary I eat or cook something my parents loved to eat. My mami used to make Spanish leche flan in a Danish cookie tin for a bain marie. I can see her standing over the stove, swirling the caramel. I still smell the sweet turn when sugar melts but doesn't burn. I baked yesterday's in glass instead, but it still tasted of childhood. . " ... the sweet turn when sugar melts but doesn't burn" (note to self: write a poem or song about that lol) . 🌹
What is it about undying love? Not a day goes by t What is it about undying love? Not a day goes by that it's not new again. Today marks six years since mami passed away. Every year, I scatter rose petals at 11:15 a.m. -- time of death. Yet every day, she's not dead again.
Haircut . It's not that you never walked me Down t Haircut . It's not that you never walked me Down the aisle. It's not that you never held the grandchild I never gave you. I got a master's not a mrs. degree And then I took care of you And changed your diapers. No, it's none of that. It's that your wife of 56 years My mother for 49 years Would cut your hair in the living room Even though you could afford a barber. She'd wrap a towel around your shoulders And snip a little here, a little there And then you'd look all clean cut As she swept hair off the floor into a dustpan.  It's still not that.  It's none of that.  It's that you needed a haircut In the nursing home (Yeah, even at death's door You had thick, wild hair) And I couldn't do it though I knew how to Cut men's hair. Sure, I could snip here, snip there But mom was dead and I just wanted To cut my heart out. I couldn't do it. A friend had to help me. And still, yet still, it's not that, not anymore. You're both gone. It's that I don't have the man Whose hair I can cut, To love the way she loved you, Just like that and nothing more: A simple haircut in the living room, With a towel wrapped around his shoulders. . Father's Day, 2020
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Poem of the Day: Conflict Resolution for Holy Beings - https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/141847/conflict-resolution-for-holy-beings

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BASELESS CLAIMS OF LASAGNA! #PASTAFRAUD! oh lawd heaven help us this is how #gaslit our poor nation is when #lasagna = #spaghetti did #PressSec write this tweet? (apologies to the OP)

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I DROPPED THE LASAGNA IN THE CAR 😭😭😭 PRAY FOR ME PLEASEEEE

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