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Ghandi was a great man and walked everywhere he went so the skin on his feet became very cracked and hard, and due to continual hunger strikes was fraile but maintained his amazing almost supernatural gifts of peace and understanding, but again due to his eating habbits his breath was horrible. So Ghandi was a...

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Location: Clawson, Michigan, United States

I am proud to say I am a Mother, a Daughter, a Student, an Employee, a Minister, a Healer, a Poet, a Cynic, an Activist, and many more things that change on a moment-by-moment basis. I live in constant amazement of this adventure we call life, and acknowledges that while the road may be bumpy, the ride is exciting. I graduated from the Registered Nurse program at Alpena Community College in May 2004. In August 2010 I received my BSN and the, ever the glutton for punishment I went back to school and obtained my MBA with a specialization in Healthcare Administration in May 2012. I am contemplating going on for my PhD APRN. If I decide to do that... SHOOT ME! I am a manager for a not for profit hospice agency based in Michigan, but the position allows me to work remotely so I may be traveling a lot over the next few years. I battled and defeated breast cancer and now I am living life to the fullest!

Friday, April 15, 2011

A Huge Colossal Ruse

I like to pretend that you fooled us all and ran away to Kensington Market and that you are living there, eating chocolate covered croissants and frequenting the HotBox. I like to imagine that our tears were all a part of a sick and twisted hoax perpetrated by you. I would forgive you the years of pain if it meant that I got just one more moment with you. I hope that one day I will get a mysterious text with nothing more than the word "Hey". I want to return to Toronto and hang out in St Lawrence Market looking for you by the pea meal stand. I will position myself between that shop and the little store that sells butter tarts. Surely you will show up one day. Did you ever beat the tar out of that old Russian furrier on Spadina above the Bombshelter? Please go to the Jave Cafe and have a brie and avocado sammich and a pitcher of sangria and think of me. Take a picture of a Banksey and email it to me. Go see Anna's burlesque show. Watch out for the killer squirrels. Wax your dreads, shake hands with the rastas, buy me a pretzel loaf from Cob's Breads. Damn it, Jeffrey... you can not be gone. I miss you so much. Some days I can tolerate your absence. Today is not one of them. I miss you like hell fire. You prayed for an angel, now I pray for someone who can love me like you did. Send me that person. I can not have you, but you can send me who I should have. You get to pick him. Pick well. IMU ILU TYFBME