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identity crisis … away too long
Original photo: Jeff Topping Irish? Northern Irish? British? Ulster Irish? Well, it depends . . . and I know I’m entering dangerous territory here. My brother, more eloquent than I, and still living and writing in Ireland, had to remind me the other day of the “fractured and dissensual nature of [my] cultural background, where declarations of nationhood are open to contention (Northern Ireland versus the North of Ireland; Derry versus Londonderry) and can be dangerous, and potentially fatal.” Indeed, I have been away too long, forgetting the bombings, bullets, and roadblocks, the subtle and more overt means employed to determine one’s religion, one’s fate. It is in the remembering…
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a place for everything & everything in its place
Finally, I have claimed one of the rooms in our house as my own. No longer will it be where the cat hangs out all day with two obsolete computers, a vacuum cleaner, and a guitar that hasn’t been played since I gave up trying to be Bonnie Raitt. It is becoming a place for my music, my musings, my self. Creating my space has necessitated a flurry of intense Spring cleaning, deciding what should stay and what should go. It was in the throes of such sorting and the shredding of statements and bills and really old Tax returns, that I happened upon the bright green Cancer 101 planner,…
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an altered state
Scrolling through my Twitter feed this morning, I spied a message from Marie over at Journeying Beyond Breast Cancer. “Will you join me for #mhblogday?” Happy to oblige, (it’s Marie, after all), I clicked on the link, and found myself at the American Psychological Association website. There, I learned that May is Mental Health Month and has been since 1949, declared as such by the United States Congress which recognized a need to educate its citizenry about mental health and its importance to our overall well-being. Over sixty years later, and it seems like we still have some talking to do . . . Today, the American Psychological Association is appealing…
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Once again . . . for my mother.
