NEW BLOG

Dearest readers and followers, It’s been coming to a point in my life that I feel that Ginger & Graham is no longer representing where I’m at as a person. I love this blog… It’s been a place of pain and beauty through some of the darkest and most desperate moments in my life. It’s […]

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Recovering from Recovery

“I’m really proud of you” We’re sitting crossed legged on floor, both gently leaning against our respective walls. My thearpist perches on neon blue yoga black while I prefer the soft pink petal cushion (even though the fact that it’s pink and shaped like a flower still offends some part of me). “You haven’t missed, […]

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the forgotten people of covid 19

I do not often confront with my anger in public, and I seldom allow anger to dip into social media. But my heart is breaking. Where experience and analytics will fail, were subdued professionalism is now longer understood, perhaps there is a time and place to be angry. There is a time to tear down, […]

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Lay ME with the lilies

Let me wilt among the lilies Let me break like morning dew Let me thirst as crops in harvestLet me bid each world anew Neither love nor hate me – But in between, betwixt The passions of a waterfallAnd the absence of a kiss I shall not climb to heaven Nor fall below the throne […]

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Happy birthday to me. Twenty four. It’s not so old — or so I tell myself as the past year washes over me. First year with my husband.  First house. Three different jobs. First showcase in Detroit. First piece on stage in Fort Wayne. Plants gained. Art on the walls. 5  funerals. 2 ER trips. […]

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On Suicide & Covid19

This topic is a hard one and deeply personal. During this period of quarantine, I’ve seen 2 suicides within my community, posts of increased depression, isolation, desperation, loneliness, anxiety, and paranoia. I’ve had a lot of people reach out to me with symptoms of mental health issues, then give a heavy sigh and say “I […]

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re-ED-iting life

Too stunned to speak. I think my head is ringing – or is it just unfamiliar quietness of no whispers of “you’re not worth it?” That can’t be right, I’m saying. She’s not saying that. But she is. “I’m recommending a residential level of care.”  These words are literally still hitting a nerve without ever […]

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Christmas is not bright.

Christmas is not bright. Only the wooden floor is waxed and shiny. I can almost hear the nurses shoes squeaking as they transition from room to room; their sounds disappearing in the jade carpeted hallway. Grandma’s in purple now – her favorite color.  Walking the halls the worst part. As I pass each waiting room, […]

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Lost: Translation

Unable to find one’s way in the process of moving something from one place to another. There are throw pillows… it seems like hundreds of throw pillows in grey, yellow, and purple. “BE YOURSELF” glares down at me – a sign composed of broken glass and vibrant paints.  I’m positive someone made it by hand. […]

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