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lost, then found

Posted on April 7, 2010 by the jodi

I hear dead people. I heard them call my name when no one was there. Then I stopped drinking. The dead don’t talk so much these days. Score one for auditory alcoholic hallucinations. But I can look in a baby’s eyes and know if this is his/her first time around or s/he’s been here before. Score one for “something out there that’s bigger than me.” They say there are no coincidences, it’s just God’s way of staying anonymous.  Believing in … Continue reading →

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mazed and confused

Posted on August 22, 2009 by the jodi

I’m chasing my dreams full speed until I run smack into a solid wall. I feel like I’ve been here before. I have. I envy those kids who knew what they wanted in high school and had a straight path. That hasn’t been my story. Let’s not even talk about the lost years, they’re called the lost years for a reason. They took their toll and when they were over, I knew I was supposed to be a hand in … Continue reading →

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tale of two [jodi/jody]s

Posted on July 8, 2009 by the jodi

I love to talk, but I crave silence. The American Sign Language introductory workshop seemed like a perfect blend. It’s a beautiful language, ballet for your hands. I got there compulsively early as usual, and at 6pm I made my way to the classroom for a 6:45 workshop. Another girl got there at the same time, thinking she was only slightly late, thinking it started at 5:45. She looked like someone I could talk to — she was pierced and … Continue reading →

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