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Farewell to The SoKey Experience : A New Chapter Begins
Dear Friends and Readers, Now, it’s time for a new home, one that we can continue to build together.I’m thrilled to announce my move to Iya’s Healing Hustle on Substack a space that combines essays, community conversation, and audio reflections in one place. For years, The SoKey Experience has been a place for reflection, storytelling, and growth. Together, we’ve explored truth, healing, and…
Unblocked (11)
...particles circling like delicate dust in daylight rays It’s been 11 years. 4,017 days. Some crept by at an unbearable pace others made time seem inconceivably fast. It feels like not a day has gone by without mention of your name or some thing you said, did, taught, showed. “…may his memory be a blessing…” The past 11 years have been about holding onto and cherishing the moments of your…
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Rubbing Two Nickelbacks Together to Make a Dime
Rubbing Two Nickelbacks Together to Make a Dime
Never made it as a wise man, I couldn’t make it as a poor man stealing. Tired of living as a blind man; I’m sick of sight without a sense of feeling and this is how you remind me of what I really am…are we having fun yet? – Nickelback (You Remind Me)
Today I share the secrets of a man born and raised in the ghetto. A love of Nickelback. We had that synergy between us. While our community was…
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Open Let Her. Dream.
The dream I had this morning woke me with a down feeling. It wasn’t dread of what was to be but of what has already been.
I am unsure if I was dreaming or revisiting (a la ghosts of Christmas past) I am reminded of a situation joke that originally made me laugh but seems far less funny now. “What if being asleep is our true natural state and we’re only awake to gather material for our dreams?”
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Today I want you to forgive yourself.
Even if the fault is yours.
Life will battle you and you will receive multiple scars; perfection is not an attainable sustainable goal but the power in being a better person is within your growth.
Yours.
Mistakes, missteps and mishaps happen.
You are responsible for your own actions so respond to them with a strength and determination that only…
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People who mistake being “politically correct” as “people being too sensitive” or the dreaded “overly sensitive” (which is sort of like being well done; how much past done is well? Do you mean burnt?) I digress; are probably the same people asking a rape survivor what she was wearing or how much she was drinking before she was attacked.
You’re the same people asking “why was he wearing a…
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Soul Barometer I follow my children on Facebook and other Social media platforms. But that's not my sole barometer for knowing them.
Loving
My heart was born to love; designed to love; has been conditioned to love.
It was never prepared to love.
For most of us building relationships is a frustrating reality of having all the tools, the materials and instructions laid out before us yet we're illiterate and all the teachers are on strike.
Now, you can teach yourself to read enough to get by but deep inside you know you aren't your…
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We Don’t Need No Water… If you've only every experienced the heat which warms your room; held your hands over the hot plate and knew only this plate is where heat comes from and not to touch the surface.
Fell on Black Days Part of my life, the part I don't broadcast, is an avid listener of so-called grunge/rock music.
7
I carried the lopsided weight of this anniversary with awkward inner silence.
My plate was full and work would not be denied but the revelation would not be ignored.
Significance wraps her shadow arms around my neck; legs about my waist as would a two year old clinging to mother because she is too tired to walk.
She’s sleepy ; cranky and demanding attention.
I did not scroll through…
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7
I spent two hours writing my thoughts on this anniversary. The post crashed and I lost every word. Words I’ll never be able to reconstruct.
That is pretry much a summary of where I am in this 7th year.
I’m not in the mood to recreate what was lost.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll feel again.
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Philly Commute_The Soccer
I began sharing my commute stories on Facebook and I promised I would transfer them to my blog in order to reach a broader audience. Some are funny, some sad, some profound. Most are the inner workings of a woman’s head as she experiences just another day in the life of a Philly Commuter. I hope you enjoy (and that these stories make you pay your car note on time!)
I left the house this morning…
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Scarred Face
This migraine has been lurking around for three days. Scoping every avenue to infiltrate my fortress.
More than an ordinary headache, migraines have but one rule “don’t f$&k with me…”
And even if you are the Kingpin of your body–> you will over estimate who has the real power.
I was born stubborn. Hard Headed. Had to put my hand in the fire to understand it was hot.
Even though the odds are…
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The Minds Construction
The pursuit of beautiful, flawless “looking” skin and figure above all else has ruined intimacy.
I understand camouflaged imperfections or highlighting certain attributes; but when you go to great lengths to completely cover your natural look for a reconstructed appearance which can be left on the bathroom vanity at the end of the night; then your magical behind should not be walking around…
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Thirty & Something
It was 2:35 in the morning and the teakettle boiled over. It would have whistled except the little upside down makeitwhistle thingy was missing.
The loft apartment was filled with soft classical music; cat and dog asleep in the living room curled together like an odd couple.
Gina stood lazily at the stove, half leaning on the counter, half sliding toward the floor. Slowly gathering her weary…
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Say it Ain't So
Say it Ain’t So
It happened in one day, in one moment, in one move but I’d come to realize after that the road to it had been carefully paved in a depraved succession of seemingly innocuous events.
It occurred in broad daylight, in the parking lot of an amusement park stadium; in a professional setting.
I was responsible for setting up promotional material for a public event. I arrived in a company van filled…
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