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It’s Been Five Years Since We Went Home For Two Weeks

Vera Ezimora Verastic

Five years ago, in March 2020, the company I worked for announced that we would work from home for the next two weeks while this COVID thing blows over. It was a Friday.We were told not to take too much stuff home because it was only two weeks after all. The temperature of the announcement suggested that the company did not think this was necessary, but they had to follow the rules and/or do what everyone else was doing. We, the employees, thought the company, all of America, and the world were Read More

I Answered Verastic’s Call

I Answered Verastic’s Call

This is a strange title, even for me. This past Saturday, I sat at my dining table and wrote several pages in my journal. In it, I shared that recently, I felt like writing. Writing here. I have not really felt this way for a long time, and I am not sure why I did not feel like writing, nor am I sure why I now feel like writing. That's the call I answered. The call to write. Here. Technically, the call to write has never left me, but the call to write here and the will to do any other writing Read More

2023 Was On Autopilot + Mental Health Support

mental health support

Funmie says I need therapy. She's probably right. I should probably be exploring mental health support. So much has happened in the past few years, but losing my mom tops them all. My mom passed away in April 2022, and then, the rest of the year just became busy with other changes and realities in my life. Planning a funeral, for example, was a reality I was not ready to face. I did not think I was old enough or experienced enough to be burying a parent. But I did. Exploring mental health Read More

It’s Been A Year Since My Mom Transitioned

It’s Been A Year Since My Mom Transitioned

We all die, right? I mean, we all know that eventually, we all die. We do not leave here alive. We are born, we live, and then, we die. Or in my dad's favorite words, "we perish." I don't like perish by the way. We're not fruits. As of the typing of this post, it's a few days to the anniversary of my mom's transition. I'm sitting in a booth in Panera Bread, people-watching and thinking. There was a little white boy in the booth in front of me. I'd peg him to be about a year and a half old. He Read More

Conversations With God About My Dating Life

Conversations With God About My Dating Life

Dating can be one kind. Sometimes, it feels like a cool breeze on a hot summer day, and sometimes, it feels like learning the anatomy of a dinosaur in Mandarin.As it came to pass, I was actively trying and failing to learn the anatomy of a dinosaur in Mandarin. The harder I tried, the harder I failed. When complaining and crying myself to sleep made no difference, I resorted to talking to God, and He actually talked back. "Dear God," I cried, "I just want love. I want a man of integrity. I want Read More

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