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An oversized denim shirt that once hung from my dad’s broad shoulders in the 90’s, is what I wore on the day my nana died. It was a year ago, March 3rd when the person who raised me was taking her very last breaths, and I couldn’t stand being with her for more than a minute at a time.

Dear Ones,

My instagram account was deactivated over the weekend for the second time. My first thought was thank god, or really, Thank Allie, my website designer, for allowing me to add this blog onto my website mid project.

A place where I don’t have to filter my words in fear that I’ll be shut down again.

Dear Ones,

Most folks consider themselves humans who move human centered in their business. They do all the things the business space told them they should…

· Build a relationship
· Give value
· Create know, like, and trust