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Posted by PLJames on June 14, 2017

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#NowNovember17: Jai Robin

Hello Scribes, Now November is a season of reflection for me. I always feel myself unfolding like a piece of origami paper that has been creased and refolded to make a paper crane. At times I need to unfold, start from scratch and recenter to perfect the outcome. Jai Robin has written about her experience with Fibromyalgia (<<<<<link) in past blog posts, but in this season she unfolds her crane and allows us to see into her transformation from feeling alone to standing in her strength and faith in God: There is something about how when seasons change it can effect a person’s mood. Seasonal depression is an impacting reality for many people. Daylight savings time and “falling back” always tends to cause a shift for me. Darkness at 5 p.m. doesn’t do much for the daily mental drain I feel. Between work and things going on with my daughters I just feel tapped out. I have found myself looking forward to time in my bed under the covers and struggling the next morn

#NowNovember: Nneka Carter

I see you. Thinking about all the things you been through. The hurts the pains the bad decisions. Thinking about the people who were supposed to protect you but all they did was hurt you by calling you names, instead of giving you names that would inspire you. I see you re-living all of the negative events with the people who stand around you calling themselves family. I feel the anxiety welling up as the holiday approaches, the fake smiles, the unreal touches, the emptiness, the gifts of great wealth without worth. Overwhelmed is an understatement. When the pain is too much and you need to pull the fakeness out one more time so you drink, smoke or whatever works. We learn to be fake early. We fake feeling love in our family, then we recreate the fakeness in our adult lives; you know the characters, baby daddy, BFF, partna, homie, my hook-up, or my friends with benefits…all fake! We pretend to like our co-workers and our boss is the best because her fake leadership cover has b

#NowNovember: Ebony Broussard

I have heard that the richest place on the planet is the cemetery. The earth filled with power and promise that never manifested itself; earth shaking, world changing, life giving promise...buried, unknown, unfelt, and undiscovered by its owners. In October, I returned to my hometown to discover my grandfather, Papa, didn't know me. I had seen him for his 86th birthday in April and I am certain he knew me then and NOW, he doesn't. To Papa, my complete existence (as well as others') seemed completely erased. Those who know me know the importance of family to me. Not just for the support and love but for the heritage passed from generation to generation. NOW, I find myself pulling on recollections to piece together his life so I can recount things to my children. Part of me is lamenting not paying more attention or visiting home more often. While I was with Papa, I hugged him and kissed his head whenever I felt sadness trying to rest on me. I wanted to live in the

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