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Elizabeth Báthory: A Short Biography
Before she became a legend whispered in fear, Elizabeth Báthory was a little girl born into power. She entered this world in 1560, in the kingdom of Hungary, a child of wealth, intellect, and ancient bloodlines. Her family ruled vast lands, commanded armies, and mingled with royalty. But even in childhood, there were signs that…
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Day of the Dead – Homage To The Ancestors
On this day of dead, November 1, 2022, I would like to honor my ancestors. Without their blood, I wouldn’t exist. Without their courage, I would be nothing. And as long as I am alive, I will speak their names. They will never go unfed and not remembered. I will nourish them, savor their love…
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Grief Once Again
It’s Sunday afternoon and I’m sitting here watching a marathon of the television show “Snapped” and crying. As usual because I’m thinking about my lost ones and is filled with sadness, anxiety, and anger. Earlier this year I read an article about Caroline Kennedy and it was written right after her brother John died in…
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Violence, Mayhem, and Chicago
My family migrated to Chicago during the 1940s and they told the most marvelous stories of living here during that era. From dranking at juke joints in Bronzeville to eating the good cooking at various Black owned restaurants scattered throughout the city. Then I have my own stories of growing up on the South East…
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Death – The Final Frontier
Ever since I was a child, I’ve been both terrified and fascinated by the specter of death. I became obsessed with death after spending the summer with my grandmother in 1980. She had moved to Wichita, Kansas to reside with her daughter, Aunt Annabel, and we spent hot summer days together with her telling me…
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