I initially sat down to write this two weeks after Mommy Dee, my maternal grandmother, passed away. Two weeks turned into a month and a month turned into four. As I get older, I find myself finding different coping mechanisms to deal with life’s challenges. Writing has become a catharsis for me, but the words don’t come out with any regularity. Just like grief, it’s not a step by step process; sometimes it just pours out at once, sometimes it trickles out.

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