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My Husband Is a Black Man. My Husband Is a Target.

Self-inquiry is uncomfortable. It's easier for me to blame police officers with guns than it is to look at my own hands and question my own actions. How am I culpable? How am I complicit? Can I do more? Can I listen more? Can I love more?

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Fumbling Attempts At Learning To Receive.

At this point, I just surrendered to the tears that fell. She put me back down, put her hand against my cheek, and started to sing the faintest of lullabies. At first, I thought I was imagining it, as I was being held in kindness by this loving stranger. After a few moments, she hesitated, her ...

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From Victims Of Atrocity To Strong Survivors: Rebuilding Lives Of Kosovar Women.

The lives of these women are shattered. Only their husbands know. Their children still do not. One can only hope that through their courage to share their stories with outsiders, they may at some point dare to speak openly. Until then, a lot has to change in this country for women to rise.

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The Goddess Is Not ‘Cute’.

Do I want to be the weird one who corrects people when they compliment me? Do I want to be that asshole who thinks it’s her job to teach everyone a thing or two? How can I hold my truth without thinking I need to rub it in everyone’s face?

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Why My Husband’s Affair Was The Best Thing To Happen To Me.

I would spend all my time trying to convince myself that I hadn’t fallen out of love with my husband; that it was just a rough patch that all marriages go through. I would lie in bed every night telling myself that in 13 years, when my daughter would turn 18, I could finally leave and be happy.

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I Am Sick And Tired Of Being Sick And Tired.

I will try to remember daily that I am not alone. I’ll write my way out of this coffin I have nailed myself into. I will turn my fear into fare, and chew it up and spit it out. Then I’ll stomp on it boldly and leave it in the dirt. I’ll cleanse my palate with deliciousness and rejoice in the ...

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The Faint Knock of the Goddess Calling.

Despite all of the cultural pressure on me to stand by my man and to not break up our family, it was the strength of something primal, universal, and magical -- Goddess, that led the charge and transformed life as I knew it.

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My Husband Is a Black Man. My Husband Is a Target.

Fumbling Attempts At Learning To Receive.

From Victims Of Atrocity To Strong Survivors: Rebuilding Lives Of Kosovar Women.

The Goddess Is Not ‘Cute’.

Why My Husband’s Affair Was The Best Thing To Happen To Me.

I Am Sick And Tired Of Being Sick And Tired.

The Faint Knock of the Goddess Calling.

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