systemic injustice
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In therapy on Monday, I said to my therapist, “I’m done! I’m done.” And that was immediately followed by the expression, “I don’t even know what that means, because I am not going to kill myself, so I don’t know what I am done with, per se, or what I am quitting, exactly.” I’m relatively
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My house smells like dirt. It is fabulous. Last night a dear friend came over and we planted veggies and herbs in pots that will live in my front room/office/art studio. (Yes, it is getting crowded up in here.) At least I hope they will live! I’ve already got a great rosemary plant, a struggling
Learning To Be Whole 