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Joined June 2021

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FLOE: Freedom through Leadership, Organization, and Engagement. This is my neurodivergent journey, my heart poured out into stories, essays, and poetry.

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Two Hundred Twenty-two Friends
The familiar, musty-book smell comforts Karina as she pages through her old friend by the light of a full moon. The paper is soft from years of fingering.
By Find FLOE4 years ago in Fiction
My 2022 Word isn't a Resolution
I don't choose a word for the year. Every year, a word chooses me. The first time it happened was in 2012. Beginning in November the word "Hope" kept coming up in conversation. In December the mentions increased, and being the logophile that I am I wanted to do a whole etymological word study on it, but I didn't have time. So when January first came and someone somewhere said something about choosing a word for the year, I thought, "Why not?"
By Find FLOE4 years ago in Motivation
A Recipe for Feminine Rest
"The chances of you making a lasting change on January first is 1 in 365." —Sarah Jordan in Resolute Reflection One of the most pivotal, life-altering moments in my life happened on November 24, a day that could have easily been just another day.
By Find FLOE4 years ago in Viva
My Daughters Exposed Me
When my baby girl opened her eyes for the first time I felt like I could die in peace. There was too much blood, I was shaking uncontrollably, but I didn't panic. It wasn't as if this was the first time I'd felt like I was dying. The difference was, this time it was a real possibility—the other times I'd only felt like dying and never got to.
By Find FLOE4 years ago in Journal
Laughter in Bigtown
Slaughter. That was the word for it. Massacre? Too foreign and unwieldy. Devastation, too melodramatic and apersonal. Murder, singular and quite everyday to most who cared. Butchery, too trite. Annihilation, incorrect on the face. Carnage, too imprecise. Slaying, too hard to talk about around the holidays, where visions of a team of reindeer pranced into everyone's heads. Slaughter.
By Find FLOE4 years ago in Fiction
For the Mothers Without Children in Their Arms
When a mother loses a child – through abortion, miscarriage, foster care, or something else – the pain is real…and lasting. My heart goes out to those mothers today.
By Find FLOE4 years ago in Poets
I Should Have Said It
When you were here I took it for granted I could study the intensity in your eyes I could listen to the way you spoke I could say what I held in my heart
By Find FLOE4 years ago in Poets
The Work Was Love
The work was love Invisibly increasing until I sensed you Knitted together Mysterious stitch under my ribs The work was labor
By Find FLOE4 years ago in Poets
Miranda's Eyes
When I met Miranda, I crouched down to her level Looked into her eyes And saw more than I could have imagined Her eyes reflected fear and trust and desperation all at once
By Find FLOE4 years ago in Poets
To Cross the Bridge
I let him down. This bridge I could have crossed– I walked away. I failed. And I felt the failure like a knife in my gut.
By Find FLOE4 years ago in Poets
Saving a Life
for Carl, saving a life was very hands-on holding the gashes on Shea’s wrists shut while the paramedics rushed much, much too slowly
By Find FLOE4 years ago in Poets
It is a Risk to Love
It is a risk to love What if it doesn’t work out? Ah, but what if it does? ~Peter McWilliams It is a risk to love To open up to another’s hurt
By Find FLOE4 years ago in Poets

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Two Hundred Twenty-two Friends

My 2022 Word isn't a Resolution

A Recipe for Feminine Rest

My Daughters Exposed Me

Laughter in Bigtown

For the Mothers Without Children in Their Arms

I Should Have Said It

The Work Was Love

Miranda's Eyes

To Cross the Bridge

Saving a Life

It is a Risk to Love

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