Passages

I can’t sleep.

My alarm will go off in six hours. I’m working a full day. I SHOULD be in bed. But my mind won’t slow down. You see one of my aunties died this weekend. It was sudden and I’m still in shock. Three out of seven of my Grandma’s children are now dead. All three of them were under the age of 55. It scares me. It makes all sorts of irrational thoughts run through my mind. I truly feel for my cousins and the pain they are going through. It’s extremely unsettling. Every day we get up, assuming things will go on as they always do. But the passing of my aunt reminds me that IT is coming for me one day, and I can’t escape it.

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A native Seattleite and recent East Coast transplant, I have been interested in politics, religion, and race from the day I saw “The Autobiography of Malcolm X” on the bookshelf belonging to my BFF’s mom back in 1991. While my zealotry has thankfully diminished with maturity, I remain the deep thinking, passionate, and humble woman I have always been. I reside in the suburbs of NYC with my husband, daughter, and our two feisty but deeply loved cats.

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