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The Vagina On The Wall

Mercy ROCKS my world.

Mercy ROCKS my world.

 

( This short observation was written by my dynamic, amazing, talented pen-pal, Mercy Adhiambo. She sends me her personal journals with several remarkable stories about her adventures in journalism, life, love, and insights about Kenya. I particularly appreciated and loved this one! She was about 20 years old when she wrote it.)

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Rejection Sucks

 

 

I did frame this from The New Yorker because they spelled "DEAR" wrong and it made me feel better about myself!

I did frame this from The New Yorker because they spelled “DEAR” wrong and it made me feel better about myself!

 

 

Throughout the years, I’ve heard, unbelievably, that several writers appreciate rejection letters. Some of these individuals wall-paper their walls with these correspondences. Others pin the, “we regret to inform you’s” to their bulletin boards as reminders to Keep on Truckin.’

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I Am A Stutterer

My 3rd Grade Poetry!

My 3rd Grade Poetry!

“Among my stillness was a pounding heart.” ―Shannon A. Thompson

 

 

 

At an early age, I noticed I couldn’t get certain words to come out of my mouth. I had thousands of consonants and sentences I needed to express, but they were trapped inside my head like an elevator full of anxious people.

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Why I Write

~I write because I could not live in any of the worlds offered to me — the world of my parents, the world of war, the world of politics. I had to create a world of my own, like a climate, a country, an atmosphere in which I could breathe, reign, and recreate myself when destroyed by living. That, I believe, is the reason for every work of art.” – Anaïs Nin

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I cry over a dead cat all night long.

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I. Am. Somebody.

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~I am somebody with a purpose who desires to tell her story.—Kim Sisto Robinson

 

I. Am.  Somebody.

I am the daughter of a high school dropout, a stay at home mother, a chocolate chip cookie maker, a hugger, a mouth kisser, a Jesus lover, and she adored me before I inhaled my first breath.  At 16 years old,  I became her Master Class.  And she became my hero.

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