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ALABASTER SEASHELL-PART 2

Alabaster Seashell is one of my favorite songs. It has such a mystical quality, with descriptive words and eerie music. Continue reading

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I CAN’T TELL YOU

At my last hypnotherapy session, I opened up to talk about the guilt I’ve carried for many years over disappointing my mother because I wasn’t an observant Jew like she was. Continue reading

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YOU HOLD ME UP SO I WON’T FALL

Moving was so exhausting that it left every part of my body sore. Originally, I thought my post and writing would revolve around the experience of sleeping in my parents’ bed. I still had the rapid heartbeat in the darkness. As I lay there, I felt the thumping begin to settle down. A warm calmness enveloped me. It was so quiet and peaceful. Finally, my heart slowed down and beat softly, instead of pounding. It was all clear now. I was home. Continue reading

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I LOOK AT THE CLOUDS

I often look up into the sky and imagine my father is watching me from the clouds. Lately, I look there and am saddened by my cloudy vision. Blurred is probably a more accurate description. I’ve decided it is time for me to write an update regarding my vision. In May, I had new glasses made and could not see out of them very well. I brought them back to the optometrist and it was determined that within one month, my eyes had changed. I had a lot of tests done and it was determined that my visual problem is most likely due to cataracts. Continue reading

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I’LL STILL SEE YOUR LOVE EVERYWHERE

I want to write about my experience of saying goodbye to my childhood domain, yesterday. With that, I definitely faced many more “pangs. I knew that it had finally hit me. For decades, my parents’ home was always there. It was a place where I felt safe and secure. And that was all over. There were only memories to hold onto now. But I did not want to have this memory, of seeing trash everywhere! Continue reading

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SCALES IN MY LIFE

I love my title for this post. Scales refers to many aspects of my life. There are music scales, scales for weight, and lizard scales. The part about lizards goes right to embarrassing information that no one in the world would ever imagine I would share about myself. Continue reading

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MY REFLECTIONS ON BEAUTY

Yesterday, I was very excited to wear my new skinny jeans and sandals for my open mic performance. When I realized that my toenails would show. I surprised myself by driving to a nail salon for a pedicure. It would be the fourth one I’ve ever had in my life. I decided to get a manicure, too. Continue reading

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MY FATHER

In honor of my dad’s birthday tomorrow, I want to write something about him. Very few of my relatives are aware of what I am sharing today about my father . . .
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I KNOW I’M LEARNING, “WRITE” OR WRONG

The post title, “I KNOW I’M LEARNING, “WRITE” OR WRONG,” refers to the fact that I was always the “good girl.” I was used to being told that everything was clearly either right or wrong. I never wanted to disappoint my parents, and I have had a lot of difficulty allowing myself to see things differently than them.
My father has a severe hoarding problem. Honestly, it’s very severe. It has been one of my mother’s greatest aggravations. I am, on the other hand, very organized and can throw things away.
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