By Teresa McIntosh-Hall I have asthma and I am anxious. I also have three dogs and three cats living inside my home, as well as two people who vape when they drink a beer, which lately has been quite a bit. I am also a terrible housekeeper and the only thing standing between me and […]
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By Teresa McIntosh-Hall 11/6/2021 I try not to think about death too much, but when I do it leaves me with the realization that life is incredibly fragile and fleeting. I thought about death this morning because a really good person in our extended family passed away. Her name is Laurie. She was beautiful, loving
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The world watched with sadness as George Floyd was held down. “I can’t breathe” he cried as he laid on the ground. “Let him up, man” they shouted loud and clear. “He can’t breathe! Let him up!” Do you not hear? His body went limp. A bright light left his eyes. His soul left his
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Dear Friend, I’ve been meaning to write to you for quite some time. 24 years to be exact. As I’ve gotten older, I find it easier to tell my story – to tell my truth. I’ve heard your pleas, arguments and shouts about your stance on abortion and I think it’s time you hear
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I was an awkward girl. Dorky would be a better word. I was told by many that I was “funny” and yet I wasn’t trying to be funny. With sun kissed freckles, crooked teeth, two hearing aids to help me hear, a deaf nasal accent and with legs so long and skinny, I resembled a
While cleaning out her basement, my sister in law found a box that contained letters, homemade cards, report cards and books that belonged to my mother. I was pleasantly surprised when my husband came home carrying her gift to me. I am grateful my sister in law took the time to save the box and
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Most of us accumulate a lot of junk as we age. Boxes of dishes, books, gadgets and clutter sit in piles in our basement and I can’t help but wonder what in the world our children will do with all of our clutter when we leave this earth. What items will they keep to remind
Johnny is my brother and our first guest blogger on Social Work Soup. Check out his poem and see what you think. I love it! THE OLD COAL STOVE The old coal stove Warming me on a winter’s day A hardy breakfast each morning And all day long to play A yard full of
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