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Sandra Jean-Pierre | Digital Artist & Writer of Words.

Category: Writing

Carry Her With Me

  I was cleaning out my purse and forgot that I carry Her with me. Her last rosary and two coins from our trip to France when I was a teenager. It surprised me to find these, even though I was the one who put them where they were. Opening the thinning Asian-style purse, the rosary came out in pieces. I don’t remember if it had always been like this or if the links gave way from prayers lost and

Body Conditions: I Take Time

She barely whispers “Good Morning” when she comes into my room.  She thinks I may be asleep.  Most times though, as soon as her key slips through the deadbolt, I am instantly awake.  My hearing that acute, my alertness that intense.  I let her think she has woken me up, using those few sweet minutes to ready my mind because I know that I take time. She always asks how I spent the night.  I actually stop and think about

Creating

For the past month, I have been creating… but not like you’d think. I’ve been giving answers to questions on paperwork to create means to clear up my backyard, still. I’ve been making phone calls, creating and rekindling connections. I’ve been taking inventory of our kitchen, creating a situation where ‘food insecure’ and our home no longer appear in the same sentence… except for this one, in words only. I’ve been making boundaries, creating safe spaces where I can rest.

Out Of Order

My Peers are in their late 30s/early 40s. Some have been to and graduated college or University. Some of them are married.  Some have children. Many of them have careers that they either love or hate. All of them are making it through the best they can. And I am on the outside of their experiences, looking in, wondering what normal would feel like. Some time ago one of my peers posted how their Parent had a cold and that

Leaders

Being a Leader is not just about the mountain-top moments, with sun shining, birds chirping as you succeed and win. Where everyone wants to be around and everyone is a friend. Being a Leader is also about watching what you put your blood, sweat and tears into, swan dive off a cliff in horrific majesty. It is then about experiencing those who’ve just watched what happened and who you’ve lead, turn around and say to your face (or with their

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