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I am IT
Anxiety waves wash over me this December 31, 2024. In years past, there was excitement, or fatigue, waiting for Rocking New Year’s Eve and gastronomic juices flowing, thinking of our January 1st good luck dinner. This year’s end is an exclamation. I am now IT, the last one. When my mother died, the realization exploded in my brain that being the youngest conferred the unique experience of more loss. I would be the last to die, the survivor, my fate that of experiencing more loss. I reached it this year. Here it is. I have arrived. I have no one to ask about a forgotten or dim memory, no one to clarify confusion in the youngest's memories.
By Andrea Corwin about a year ago in Poets
The Ripple Effect of Goodness
Many people complain about bad luck and an inability to meet noble people. However, they often create their own nobility. When you treat everyone sincerely, expecting nothing in return, God naturally favors you.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
