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Tag Archives: abuse
Moth-er, Mother, MoTHER: Friday September 4th, 2015
moth-er NOUN a woman in relation to a child or children to whom she has given birth. synonyms: female parent, materfamilias, matriarch, mom, mommy, ma, mama. vulgar slang NORTH AMERICA: short for motherf***** “I love your house Mrs. Nolan, the … Continue reading
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Tagged abuse, art, depression, diary, disfunctional, family, High School, insanity, Journal, Personal, relationships, teen, teenager, YA
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Mixed Drinks: Saturday June 27th, 2015
Order 77; double Whopper and fries, and one hamburger children’s meal. Order 77. I watch as an old man, his hands gnarled with arthritis and his feet wrapped in orthopedic shoes, holds up his receipt and shuffles to the counter. … Continue reading
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Tagged abuse, American, diary, dysfunctional, friends, friendship, High School, highschool, Journal, Personal, teen, teenager
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The Waiting Game: Valentines Day, 2015.
“I’m so glad to see so many faces here tonight. I think we may have beaten last year’s record.” Pastor Roberson, a stylish man in his mid-forties with an athletic build and expensive power haircut, goes on to thank everyone for coming, mentioning … Continue reading
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Tagged abuse, Christianity, church, dance, Dancing, diary, dysfunctional, family, God, High School, Journal, Personal, purity, teenager, virginity
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Sister o’ Mine, Where have You Been?: Saturday, Nov. 8, 2014
“Here?” Morgan asks. She points to the Books-A-Million sign standing tall above a half-filled parking lot. I nod, and she pulls my van up to the bargain books carts outside the front door. I step out into the cold. “Make it quick, I’ll … Continue reading
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Tagged abuse, brat, diary, dysfunctional, friendship, mom, mother, Personal, selfish, sister, teenager
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