Camo or Fins?

His voice is hushed when he answers the phone.  “I’m in Memeem’s duck blind.”  For my entire life my brother has not been known for getting up early. In fact, historically, I don’t call him before noon. Yet my brother is like most men from the small Southern Louisiana town where I grew up, and…

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I Am From

I am from my own imagination From ground scorched with misdirected rage I am from forced silence From underwater screams stuck burning my throat I am from her dark hallow From a lifetime of aching belly I am from both body and mind filled with too many scoops of Mama I am from familial pain…

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The Hope of Rescue

In my life I have often found that the thing I most desperately long for in others is the quality I am longing for within myself. I have wanted to feel safe. I have wanted friendships that I could trust. I have wanted friends that I could depend on. I have longed at times to…

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The Gift of My Presence

Being present is a struggle for me. Growing up in a chaotic and angry home, being present wasn’t safe. I hid.

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