reflection
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To Complain or Not to Complain
I complain about nothing small.Small things do not trouble me.I complain about nothing politely. I complain—though perhaps that is not the word. Once, it simply meant saying:this hurts,this isn’t right,truth refusing to stay quiet. Somewhere along the way, it soured—recast… Continue reading
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What a Name Learns
My first name was a beginning stroke.Given before courage.Before the world made its demands.In time, my name learned me. It doesn’t waste syllables.It’s short. Memorable. A little defiant.It does not ask permission to enter a room. It sits cross-legged and… Continue reading
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I Don’t Fit Inside First Impressions
“What’s the first impression you want to give people?” If I’m honest, I don’t think much about first impressions.Not because I’m careless, but because I’m a storyteller who knows that one voice is never enough to explain a whole heart.… Continue reading
...The Rest Is His Story 