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All that my father asked from me was some of that unconditional love. My self-righteousness cost me a lot of good memories over the years. I could have forgiven and loved my father. Love would have taught us to heal our wounds. I hope that nothing in this life should cause my own sons and my daughter to despise me the way I dealt with my father. I cannot imagine living my life without their love. I know now that a good parent never forgets to love a child, even when a foolish child can justify not loving their parent.

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How...do we stand back

and watch them suffer

arms over their heads

waiting for the bullets to fall

and pierce their skin

stained dark as the hardened ground

and draw out the blood

that will stain the earth

with rusted puddles

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The poem Blue Roses was inspired after the recent school shooting in Uvalde Texas. Terrible tragedies like this have become an all too often occurrence in the United States. As a parent I am concerned that we are failing our children. It is our responsibility to secure their safe passage to adulthood. we must do better.

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In this episode we talk about one of my memories of my father and how that one moment has influenced many aspects of my life. I want to remember him better than I do, I miss him a lot and I wish he had lived long enough to know his grand children and their love for him.

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In this episode we explore the history of albinism in our family from the perspective of our African ancestry.

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