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It can be hard to believe that anything happens after we die. At least, anything meaningful. It can be hard to believe that any of us, any part of us, linger after the only carrier of our Self has been placed, with finality, out of commission. For those of us raised with religions we grew…
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I like to take the time to type, tap tap tap tap tap, because the sounds feel nice in my jaw home, at least when my ear isn’t fit to pop. The typing is a challenge. My fingers are clumsy. The fear is true, I’m just a challenger with no direction, but as much as…
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I embarked, half a month ago, on a gratitude practice suggested by a wonderful witch at my favorite crystal shop. Unroll those eyes, it’s my life not yours. I decided to try for myself, a manifestation. “It’s worked by accident before,” I thought to myself, “Shouldn’t it be more likely to work with all my…
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When the words don’t flow, when the letters don’t dance, I have to turn to a stream and hope for the best. I know we’re short of time because you can click to work with bands in the past (I’m not listening to class, just seeing how they answer questions until I run out of…
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I had a dream last night that I was being held hostage in a hotel conference room by a certain Russian megalomaniac. The one with his hands where they don’t belong. You know the guy. He was behaving like a mob boss. I suppose that’s really all these “world leaders” are, and what is a…
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Travel is not always what you expect. I did not expect to get drunk with my parents at a Red Lobster in Valencia, at any point in my life. But there I was, drinking a “lobsterita” and thinking about where I’d gotten all this caucasian from. We returned to our shared hotel room. Two queen…
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Lorraine The Wrighter 