This is where I write about life as I'm living it, cultural moments that make me stop and think, and personal experiences I couldn't keep to myself. Because our stories are more connected than we let on, and there is power when a person reads the thing they've been afraid to say out loud.
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I process by writing. I'm steady writing this time, but not yet processing. I had Roy Rogers chicken once, sure enough, in a rest stop. Then I remembered — I was with Aunt Phyllis. And just like that, the memories rushed in.
