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Stuck Logo
Logo for STUCK, a therapeutic psychiatry program/workshop to push/raise people out of their paralyzing rut.
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At the Gate
Sitting at my gate waiting to board for my flight back to Atlanta so I can pack up my belongings and have them shipped to California. There’s a chick nearby who opened a rectangular Tupperware that had 4 large hard boiled eggs. She took out a plastic spoon and scooped a whole egg and put…
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Just Sittin’
Sitting at my gate waiting to board for my flight back to Atlanta so I can pack up my belongings and have them shipped to California. There’s a chick nearby who opened a rectangular Tupperware that had 4 large hard boiled eggs. She took out a plastic spoon and scooped a whole egg and put…
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6 Years Old: The Gate Keeper
Papa entered the little girl’s room. Mama left with her head held down. Papa sat down on the little girl’s bed, one hand on her little body. PAPA: You all tucked in nice and good? The little girl smiled and nodded. GIRL: Yes, Papa. PAPA: Lemme show you something. He gently pulled back the sheets. …
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6 Years Old : Winner, Winner, Chicken Dinner!
The girl laughed as she ran after the chicken. She reached into her pocket for some more seed and flung it, her arm arcing in the air. The chickens scurried to find seed and pecked at the ground. GIRL: Cluck cluck cluck. Come eer. The girl circled her little hands around the breast of one…
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A Bump and A Ho
Another one. One in a million of these dates that I go on because I choose not to cook. But a girl’s gotta eat, capiche? Why fire up a stove when you can just swipe? The stepmother has forbade me from entering the premises of my childhood home, the bitch. She’s vacaying in Costa Rica.…
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Deadlines
I know how to meet deadlines. When something needs to be done, I accomplish it. I am never late for anything, never on time, always early. I am highly efficient. All because I am basically lazy and procrastinate at everything. I wake up early every morning to get to work before traffic gets bad. And…
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A Year of Anger
In exactly two weeks from today, it will be my husband’s one year death anniversary. In my culture, we would acknowledge his passing by paying respects to him by cooking his favorite dishes, setting up an altar with his photograph, lighting candles and incense while we speak to him. Only after the incense has extinguished…