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If I could change the entire structure of the educational system in America, I would. If it were worth the battle to start legislation if I thought laws would change these facts. I would dedicate the rest of my life to doing so.  The reality is that legislation and administration can only do so much.
The reality is…

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He threw his head back in his carefree way and smirked a half smile. I laughed, so very close to my own heart. It was like our souls were woven together through time. People used to tell me that this child though an adopted was very much similar to me. They were right and over time he had become a refuge and friend in the emptiness of my marriage.

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Hell is to see the potential of your human life played out on a screen; the music roars and the trailer rolls announcing you to humanity. The movie is to watch it unfold. The only difference between the two, the choice between living life and living death.
#chooselife

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Why is there no term such as “giving death to a child,” for it is the same sentiment? It involves the labor, the fight, the surrender, the same pain as giving birth, only in reverse. Life comes into this world in agony, it leaves with the same. How can we say human life in the…

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If you have endured tragedy, if your heart has been ripped apart, if you’ve been lower than you ever knew to be possible and you are still breathing, still waking, still thinking, then you are capable of dreaming. Not only are you capable of dreaming, you become capable of achieving greater than you ever before…

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Dear Jamison, There’s a dead spot in my heart. It’s like a dull wooden spot that has calcified. Like, The Chronicles of Narnia when the witch freezes over the characters and they turn to stone. My heart is hardened over, blue – but I’m still very much alive. I am dead within being alive. The thoughts of…

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It’s 8:06pm. Breathe. You really never know where life is going to take you. I spent a lot of today wishing I could drink myself into unfeeling grief. I wish I could tell you that I go through every day happy and joyful, with positive thoughts running through flocked meadows…but the reality is. I don’t.…

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I sit in my closet. Don’t laugh.  It’s where I sit every morning, legs outstretched in front of me, heels on the bottom drawer of my dresser and my back against the wall. My closet is where I think. This morning, I was thinking about the what transpired over the course of this past week.…

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