HeyJaredI Write Hard Things
Stories of healing & resilience from a black mother of two neurodivergent, young-adult sons, caregiver for my mother, holding together a 31-year marriage w/bubble gum and paper clips. Humor, writing & journaling keep me from losing my sh*t!
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The Deep Water (opens the original)
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Dear Subscribers, Have I told you lately, I appreciate you? You open my emails. You read my words. You give me your time and attention. I don’t get much attention in real life. I give attention to my blood sucking family.Today, I am proud to share the poem that is the catalyst of my memoir for my paid subscribers. It’s top secret! If you want to read these previews as I hobble along with this book, please consider becoming a paid subscriber. The working title is, “The Deep Water” Motherhood, Lea
September Community Chat (opens the original)
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Hi Everyone, I just sent out this chat thread. I’m also sending the update via email and the app to make sure every subscriber who wants to, can read it.I would love to hear an update from you! What’s new? <source t
Where the Palm Trees Sway (opens the original)
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For over thirty years, I have been taking care of my people. We have three sons. Two of them are autistic. They all made it to adulthood –alive. When they were crossing over into their teen years, my mother came to live with us. She was physically well when she got here. With age, (eighty-seven today) she is less mobile and more dependent on my care.Taking care of people is invisible, physical, and emotional work. It doesn’t pay well. Mentally, I’ve ebbed and flowed, between depression and exhau
The Girl After... (opens the original)
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There's the girl she was before children And the girl afterThere’s the girl who grew up in California There’s the girl who moved to Texas One of them was happyOne of them has moments of happiness The girl makes an appearance when she goes home to visit If you look closelyyou may see glimpses of her in her natural habitatwith her first love —the Pacific watching the sunset On her most recent trip home I saw her again I saw her clearly more vividly more awake and alive than she’s been
I Don't Need to be Chosen (opens the original)
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Recently, I applied to an intensive writing program to help me finish my god-forsaken memoir. I’ve been working on some version of it for more years than I can count. I try to give myself grace because after all, I am the only one who knows the whole truth of what my life looks like from day to day. I know what goes on behind the pretty pictures. I see, hear and feel it all —the good, bad, and ugly truths. Not to mention what does that even mean? How about also, to mention…ADHD. I was finally, l
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