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My condolences to anyone who has ever lost me
And, to anyone who got lost in me
Or, to anyone who ever felt they took a loss with me
My apologies for the misunderstanding or the lack there of
I’m sorry you missed the God in me
And I’m sorry you missed the light
I’m sorry you forgot the way I arose like the moon
Night after night with the burden to forgive
Eager to feed you‚ÄĒeverything
See, I’m a holy woman
I know what it’s like to give life to a being without ever needing to press skin against one another
I’ve practiced how to hold my tongue long enough
I’m afraid I forgot to say goodbye
I’m afraid you’re under the impression
That I was made to please you
I was under the impression you understood me better
The truth is, I’m a superwoman
And some days I’m an angry woman
And some days I’m a crazy woman
For still waiting, for still loving harder even if I’m aching
For still trusting that I’m still worth the most
For still searching for someone to understand me better

– Reyna Biddy

My Brother

As we indulged in leftover Halloween candy today after lunch, my coworkers and I reminisced about our childhood experiences surrounding the holiday, touching on our various strategies to maximize candy collection, and equally important, candy retention. Yeah, parents would take it away, but most everyone at the table mentioned that their siblings were the biggest culprits when it went missing.

That wasn’t the case for me though, because¬†my brother was the best. I don’t remember any candy theft; on the contrary, he showered me with treats and¬†looked out for me.

When he fundraised for school by selling candy, he’d¬†save and buy me my favorites.

When he¬†frequented Comic Grapevine, the local comic book and gaming store, he’d bring me along¬†so that I could buy candy, play or watch them play the¬†games, peruse the comic books, and play with the store cats. I can’t imagine how annoying or embarrassing it’d be to have your kid sister¬†tag along for stuff like that, but he brought me¬†anyway. It’s where I discovered my love for Street Fighter and Mortal Kombat — I was never any good, but I was happy to watch. It’s where I spent my hard-earned money on new pogs — the sparkly slammers were my faves, of course. It’s where I learned how to play Magic: The Gathering, amassing my own collection of cards and subsequently blowing the minds of all the¬†boys in my class — I had to bring my decks¬†to school and play before they believed me.

And when I started dating, going to dances and parties, and generally doing all the¬†things my parents forbade me from doing, he’d cover for me, pick me up late at night, and always make sure I was safe.

Not everyone is lucky enough to have a sibling like mine.

 

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(Apologies for the terrible photo quality!)

Little Red Cardigan

Pictured: Lily¬†sporting a little red cardigan that I wore as a kid more than 25 years ago.¬†It’s kind of silly¬†to keep something so valueless (I mean that strictly in¬†the monetary sense) for¬†all these years,¬†but I’m kind of glad she did.

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