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Sorry, no. You Can't Have That.

When I left my parents house and branched off on my own, I was dirt poor. I received more than one nail-and-mail because living on $145-ish dollars a week as a supermarket clerk didn’t exactly allow me to pay all my monthly bills. After the divorce from my first husband when I was 27, I began the arduous task of figuring out who I was and what I wanted to do with myself career-wise. I had exactly zero skills…

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It's Okay to Walk Away

We've all seen those inspirational quotes on social media telling us it's okay to walk away from toxic people. But reading a pretty meme on the internet, and incorporating it into our actual lives, are two totally separate entities. Most of us have experienced toxicity in our lives in some form or another, may it be from an ex, co-workers, etc. But what happens when that toxic person, or people, is/are family?…

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I Wish It Was Five Years Ago

I hate when Facebook shows 'memories' that date back to when Lyrical thrived, and our family had, not only financial stability, but a bit of a surplus. More than being able to take vacations, we laid our head on our pillows each night and slipped off to sleep without a care in the world. We weren't wealthy. Not by any means. But our bills were paid (often in advance)…

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The Year of Anything Is Possible

I’ve had a rough forty-five years. Of course, not all of those years were difficult, but a dang good portion were. I slipped into a slump of negativity and have wallowed in that muck for most of my life. Now that Jesse is fourteen, she’s curious about me. Who I was before I met Frankie. The kind of person I was before I became a mom. Her questions are endless, and I do my best to be as open and honest as possible…

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On the Flip-side of A Cervical Fusion

I survived. But, I’m not gonna lie. It sucked. At least for the first two days. After that, it was smooth sailing. So, on the morning of Wednesday, February 6th, I woke up at 4:30 am a nervous mess. I was scared and anxious, and just wanted to put the cervical fusion behind me. Dutifully, I didn’t eat or drink, and showered using the hospital-provided antibacterial soap…

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