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My daughter did not get on the bus and walk into a kindergarten classroom this year. My third and youngest, I’ve sent two off to school before and knew what to expect. I’ve never virtually educated a child. So as new as everything was for her, it was for me too.

On the first day, I learned that there are nearly 30 children in her virtual class. I also learned that most are being watched by grandparents who have zero experience with technology. Moments that I wanted to yell MUTE as grandparents had TV’s blaring in the background or were…


This is the Mom Guilt I felt As A Result

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My son was diagnosed with ADHD in third grade. The diagnosis was confirmed multiple times. Since then, he’s struggled in school despite an obvious intelligence. His ability to learn has been a big frustration for teachers and staff. They believe his lackluster work is willful, because, he’s so smart.

We brought in a program in our state to assist my son with job training and future independence after high school. He was drawn to his opportunity for free trade school. In order to get in, his ADHD needed to be verified and he needed to be tested for every potential…


Without damaging your mental health.

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I have spent many election cycles on social media. As we get closer and closer to November, it feels like social media becomes more hostile. Everything from the horrific murder of an innocent child to wearing a mask, to the reality of illness sweeping the nation, is political. It is emotionally exhausting to process. I recognize that what I am about to say comes from a place of privilege. I recognize that most political issues on social media are not life or death for me and that’s different from a lot of people. So my ability to detach might be…


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a Michigan Wonder

Oct 2019 until today has been emotionally brutal for me. My older brother passed away, I suffered a stroke and my grandmother passed away within a two-month span. Three months later Michigan went into lockdown. The emotional toll has felt rather unrelenting. We normally take some sort of summer adventure. But with my fragile health and the uncertainty of the coronavirus, planning a vacation did not feel safe. My husband is admittedly a fixer and found a way for us to stay as safe as possible and get me out of the house for the first real-time since March.

We‘re…


Adjusting and finding solutions

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When I imagined the world during a pandemic, I imagined a dystopia. There was all this concern over the economy. I’m concerned too. But dystopian societies create their own economies. Even in prisons, there are economies created. I imagined my seventeen-year-old hustling groceries for elderly and or sick people to make extra gas money. I did not anticipate the Pod economy.

Our governor has set reopening stages. We are in stage four. If we fall back to stage 3 our schools shut down. Many schools cannot logistically reopen while keeping students safe. Many are opting to start online. …


is unAmerican

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I saw a tired old refrain on Facebook. “If you don’t like this country, leave.” I did not respond with the most obvious logical arguments. The people complaining about oppression did not come here on their own free will. They were kidnapped and stolen and brought here to labor. Nor did I remind the author, or should I say repeater, that nobody in the United States can leave because of our poor handling of the Coronavirus.

Those arguments are simply the tip of the iceberg when it comes to the just leave statement being absolutely idiotic. A person who says…


Think about what you say to people

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I think the body positive movement is great. I do, I absolutely love Lizzo. She’s the voluptuous singer of, Truth Hurts. As someone who volunteers for the American Heart Association, I have seen her move on stage and believe she has pretty good cardio health.

I’m no doctor, but she can move, a lot, for extended periods of time. That seems good to me. I also think she is beautiful and so are her curves. As the mom of a young girl, I’m glad she’s doing it. I want my daughter to know when she hits puberty that the curves…


Why did I wait so long???

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All my life I was told to do these things. All my life I nodded my head, “Yeah, yeah, yeah.,” and never did them. When I hit my forties, something changed and all the life lessons I ignored started becoming a part of my day.

  1. Drink enough water for your body weight. Prior to my forties, I subsisted off of Diet Coke. I was an addict. I knew it wasn’t good for me, but I didn’t care. It wasn’t until my forties that I replaced the habit with water. I don’t abstain. I will…


your editors are trying to help you succeed

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Writers have a love-hate relationship with editors. Editors spot the quality work and give it a chance. Editors also may not like what you feel like is your heart and soul and dismiss it. Sometimes our egos are too big to hear the truth about our own work. As writers, we can put everything into our work and not see how it misses. Editors are not emotionally attached to the work and can see it for what it is. And sometimes it’s not as good as we hoped or thought. We as…


While trying to stay mentally healthy

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Mental illness took my brother’s life. Not just the literal way he died, but the way he had to live. My brother was brilliant. Beyond his brilliance, there was a compassionate side. He understood, intrinsically, that people in life had different experiences. Experiences that could help or hamper their lives. He was studying social anthropology when his illness debilitated him.

After he died, I was grieving for myself and my loss and for his life that was stolen by mental illness. There was something that always haunted me in life about my brother. When he was off his meds it…

aimeepalooza

Wife, mom, Michigan Wolverine, and terrible triathlete with a love of words. Spoonie who enjoys nerding out on medical abstracts, genetics, politics and history

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