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A requiem My body’s an ocean Each thought a drop that washes over me Leaving a mark they cannot see But this sea Holds memories Hopes and dreams unreleased Ready and willing to be set free Kept under lock and key Under secrets kept for someone other than me I hold His thoughts, beliefs Promises he chose not to keep Crimes…told not to speak His anger ran deep and wide Even my ocean can’t hide So to survive I must unlock Remove this block and set my ocean free Tell…
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It’s easy to sell dreams to a doe-eyed newlywed. Once the wedding was over, it felt like time to start checking boxes. Investment property, another baby, a home together. All the things that supposedly prove you’re building a life. The first box on my list was baby number two. I wanted a girl. We talked about it. We started trying. And then uncertainty crept in. Job prospects for Mr. Giant shifted, and just like that, the dream was postponed. So we did what people do when they’re trying to fill…
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As nervous as I was about planning a destination wedding, I was pleasantly surprised by how smoothly everything came together. Once we found a travel planner and locked in the hotel, it was as simple as sharing ideas from my Pinterest board and booking flights. That was it. No chaos. No drama. No mysterious missing deposits. I took this as a very good omen. Clearly, the universe was finally on my side and we were well on our way to happily ever after. We landed in the Caribbean three days…
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The following year was pretty uneventful. Mr. Giant returned to coaching, which meant most days it was just me and the baby, minding our business while his career lived somewhere else. We stayed in touch, of course. Texts. Calls. FaceTime where the baby stared at the phone like it owed him money. By the time summer rolled around, we were well past the Christmas Party Fiasco and emotionally filed it under we survived that somehow. Naturally, the conversations turned to what’s next.He explored everything. Continue coaching? Broadcasting? Sports analyst gigs?…
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People are always quick to say what they’d never do…what they’d never tolerate, until life hands it to them anyway. It’s me.I’m people. Growing up, I was sure of how my life would unfold: a solid career, a loving husband, a couple of kids, a nice home, mutual respect. Abuse was never part of the picture. I once had a friend who would show up to events with bruises hidden beneath layers of makeup. She’d slip away to take calls from her boyfriend, her voice low and apologetic as she…
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By the time Mr. Giant’s basketball career began heading toward its finish line, the air around us filled with a kind of buzzing uncertainty, like a TV left on in another room. He didn’t know which version of his future to choose. One day he was sketching logos for a business he might start, the next he was talking about coaching local kids, and somewhere in between he’d dream out loud about joining a collegiate staff…maybe even an NBA one if the right door opened. Eventually, one did. A G-League…
Such A Lucky Girl 