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Villains of the Stories We Tell

My aunt died and was buried the week of my 12th birthday. My mom's oldest sister. My parents didn't want to mess with my day and moved her burial so it wouldn't fall on my day. Give me some kind of normalcy. That was always something I remembered, something I never wanted to forget. I... Continue Reading →

Healing With Music

An aunt of mine passed away today. As my grandparents received the news that my Grandpa's sister was lost to COVID, I was in my room organizing things. I was making calls, a fire was lit in me to get things done. I was going to head out to the post office and then the... Continue Reading →

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