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Writing Prompt 1
Fading Echoes: A Journal’s Silent Farewell Brianna Thomas In the quiet corners of memory, there resides a poignant recollection, a narrative etched with the hues of nostalgia and the muted ache of loss. It was a crisp autumn afternoon when I bid farewell to a relic of my childhood—an old, weathered leather-bound journal that had…
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Grief & Death: That has a nice ring to it
Before we get into the heaviness of this topic, here are three articles that can help guide your understanding of what I will be talking about with death and its relation to grief: https://www.health.harvard.edu/mind-and-mood/how-to-deal-with-grief https://newsinhealth.nih.gov/2017/10/coping-grief https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/ambigamy/201404/psychological-crutches-ten-myths-and-three-tips Here is my story: I owned a gold ring with a simple floral design on the face and never…
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Childhood, Amnesia, and Cricket
by jessiemayers | Class Blog 2 | Write about a loss you’ve experienced “…all i can remember is my memory loss.” One night my parents almost ripped me apart after a cricket game. They tugged my arms in opposite directions as they went their separate ways.In a way, they did take the two halves of…
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time does not heal.
BLOG POST #2- Javeir H. With those profound words of my favourite poet and writer, Rupi Kaur, it becomes evident how delicate yet resilient the human heart can be. Since the tender age of two, my heart has carried the weight of a tragic loss—the passing of my father. This loss served as a defining…
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The loss that gave
Blog Entry #2 | Antoneisha Dunn | September 30, 2023 The night was young. The year was 2016, the month: February. I had just returned from a shopping trip to continue my father’s care. And that night, I had tended to him meticulously, cleaning his frail form, administering his food through a feeding tube, and…
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‘When I Was A Parent’ (Writing Prompt 1 – Jordan Leslie)
When I was younger I was convinced I would be the best parent in the world. I adopted so many children of different shapes, sizes and looks from all over the world. Kids that had no real heart and instead were stuffed with cotton and sewed to perfection by their creators. Nevertheless, they were my…
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