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The Day Racism Died

It was a blessing to be raised by a father who didn't train me to look at people through a lens of color, but even with this advantage, I didn't fully understand until sophomore year of high school. I'm a white female, raised in a middle-class household by a single father. I don't apologize or… Continue reading The Day Racism Died


This is a friend of mine who just started using Patreon again. She's gifted and writes with a hope that still takes into account life's anguish. I'm so very proud of her... Broken Wings My wings were broken before they could even spread. It wasn't you, never your fault. It has always been mine. I… Continue reading Sharing