The Word God

The word God. It is so heavy. When I think of the word God, I think of lies I’ve been told. I think about the hatred of self. I think about families being torn apart. I think about genocide in his name. I think about him. A man. A face. Whiteness. A flag. A burning cross. A bomb. A gun. A hood. Violence. Destruction. Abuse. Rape. Excused. I think about the way people say thank you to this man so flippantly after an Oscar win. I think about the way people sprinkle…

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From lunatic to therapist in training. (Possibly still a lunatic)

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Margot Macy

Margot Macy

From lunatic to therapist in training. (Possibly still a lunatic)

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