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Survival Is My Resume
I do a good job of not being depressed, but let’s be clear—it’s work. Daily, intentional, teeth-gritting work. I followed the script American society handed me, even when the pages were stained and missing chapters. I became a teenage mother and didn’t earn my GED until I was twenty-seven. I went to college while raising…
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Tears, Television, and an Animated Sponge
When my eldest brother died nearly six years ago, a simple cartoon helped carry me through the first raw, disorienting days of grief. My brother didn’t have any life insurance, so it fell to me to lay him to rest—and I had no money. I managed to scrape together $1,000 toward a cremation, but I…
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Bugs Bunny, Woody Woodpecker, and All My Favorite Friends
What makes you feel nostalgic? Watching my favorite cartoons from childhood. MeTV, an old school television channel that shows television shows from yesteryear started showing cartoons from back in day two years ago and watching these cartoons really got me through some shit after the death of my brother in 2020. These cartoons unlocked so…
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An Obituary Dedicated to My Former Self
Once upon a time, a woman named Kathy Maria Henry was born, and she has dealt with a lot of adversity in her life. She was a teen mother on welfare, lived in low income housing, and was considered one of the dregs of society. But she refused to allow the limitations that society placed…
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Sadness, Grief, Anger
How does death change your perspective? The month of February will never be a good month for me because the anniversaries of the deaths of my brothers are this month. My brother Randy died February 7, 1994 and my brother Larry died February 10, 2020. My mother gave birth to three children and I’m the…
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An Ode to Rosemary
Two weeks ago, a very special lady crossed over into eternity and her name was Rosemary. She was my first cousin and she was loved by many. As a child, she was the most glamorous woman in the world to me and she brought excitement with her presence whenever she showed up. She was this…
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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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Grief is a Weird Thing
Two years has passed since my brother died, and I’ve experienced a multiple of emotions ranging from the deepest despair to raging anger and anxiety. But lately, I feel myself turning into someone who doesn’t give a fuck about too much of anything. I mean I love my children, grandchild, and my future grandchild to…
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