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Alby the Zee

Alby the Zee

On Surviving A Rip Current In 1984

I can handle this, I can, I have to.

Oct 7, 2018

Oct 7, 2018

Alby the Zee

The Way Out, Part Three

The contrast between the environment at the shelter and the lifestyle of Meredith’s family was so stark I may as well have moved to the Taj…

Aug 19, 2018

Aug 19, 2018

Alby the Zee

The Way Out, Part Two

The sun rises. I can still smell the sea on the calm cool air that morning. The flood of sunlight approaching is unstoppable and I have to…

Aug 19, 2018

Aug 19, 2018

Alby the Zee

The Way Out, Part One

In the summer of 1990 I was removed from the custody of my father and placed into foster care. The whole process took months, but the…

Aug 18, 2018

Aug 18, 2018

Alby the Zee

Dust

What if it was all a lie?

Dec 8, 2017

Dec 8, 2017

Alby the Zee

The Gun Wait

(note: while I wrote this in 1998 I think about this story whenever I read about Cyntoia Brown or others like hers. TW: abuse, imagined…

Nov 26, 2017

Nov 26, 2017

Alby the Zee

Dust

What if it was all a lie?

Aug 30, 2017

Aug 30, 2017

Alby the Zee

Stephen King on my Barstool

Every Mainer has a Stephgen King story. This is mine.

Jul 11, 2017

Jul 11, 2017

Alby the Zee

A Prayer for an Overwhelmed Parent

Hail toddlers full of chaos

Feb 20, 2017

Feb 20, 2017

Alby the Zee

Chill (a poem)

There’s a front moving in

Dec 18, 2016

Dec 18, 2016

Alby the Zee

Alby the Zee

Mama Zee: fighter, writer & igniter. Survivor of CSA, PTSD & Foster Care. Foster care & Autism advocate. Cadence & sparks.

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