When they zapped my brain, I did not recognize the nurse who had been there all along. I recalled my mother’s face, worry lines and…
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Believe that you are better than Money Power Greed Hate Terrorists Trump NRA Bullies Shady Politicians Believe that if you haven’t lost someone you love…
Leave a CommentI must not forget, never ever forgo this one shot at an honest life. A well-played beginning, the hold on tight middle, and a serene,…
Leave a CommentSomeday when I leave this place, I hope to be remembered as honest and kind through all the bullshit and blessings. I will miss the…
Leave a CommentHate has no place in the home, on the mean streets, or the man-made war zones. Of this ugly 21st century that is so unkind.…
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A Bag is a Bag, or Not When your fifteen-year-old knock off ‘Balenziaga’ bites the dust, you cry a little. (Canal Street, NYC score, I had…
Leave a CommentI must get moving I suppose haunted by a past and future, overly cautious and wickedly sentimental. I must walk in the present decked out…
Leave a CommentTo never forget the page. The page carries me when I cannot stand, crouched in fetal position on the bathroom floor. The page dreams the…
Leave a CommentImage Jacqueline Cioffa © Chris Fanning Photography This Face If I only show you the photoshopped, concealed, makeup pretty me You’d never understand the underbelly…
Leave a Comment“Burn me with the brush and indifference; scatter my ashes to the wind under the prettiest summer’s eve and her blazing, pink sun.” – Jacqueline…
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