Note: This is a personal journal entry that I decided to share publicly. There aren't any tarot cards here, but there is talk about ancestors, which is a topic that I intend to explore more as this blog expands. I just had a little talk with my daughter, which led to her shedding a few tears. It wasn’t anything bad. As a matter of fact, sometimes when I’m having one of these talks with her, I feel like I am talking to myself—like maybe God allowed this conversation to happen so that I can hear myself aloud. Just a little while ago, my daughter came and asked me if I was going to eat the leftover chili I prepared a few days ago. It wasn’t very good. This chili came from a brand that I had never heard of before in my life. I had it because I got it from a food pantry. For the past several months, I have been frequenting food giveaways and pantries (how I got there is a story for another day), and it has been amazing for my wallet because now I seem to have a little more gas in my ca...
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