3 Lessons Steeped In Gratitude

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I feel it here. The heaviness. There is an anchor in my heart. I do not know if it is because there is no majestic, breathtaking view on the horizon or if it is because I grew up here, suffered tragedy at the hands of these streets or if it is because my life here…

The New Year is Here — So F*ck Fear!

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Let’s write a poem, a melody of such, Inspired by my youngest, the least in a rut. She’s cute and she’s lively; she’s a real spitfire. She’ll tear at your chest, if you deny her desire. And this brings to my mind, those days of old, The ones where we knew, we could do as…