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Continue reading →: What Makes a Good Best Friend?“As he drove, the coniferous landscape raced by from outside our windows. But as if to be cognizant performers, the emerald pines seemingly slowed down when they observed our gaze. It was a beautiful drive. My kind of weather — overcast and rainy — I loved it. Every single second.”
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Continue reading →: The True Story Of Ray Liotta Being The Most Relatable Gangster In America“I’ll fully admit, after reading the news of his passing, all previous judgements against those who mourned their own “known” celebrities fell away from me. In fact, I felt somewhat bashful for ever having castigated them to begin with. Who am I to judge someone else’s sense of loss or…
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Continue reading →: Don’t Fight Over Politics, Fight For Kindness“Empathy is the only tool we have in the immediacy of our surroundings. Now is the time to be kind to one another, to be patient and willing. Debate can come, and it will — in due time.”
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Continue reading →: Why Being Sick and Having PTSD Can Be a Burdensome Endeavor.Being sick sucks. Being sick sucks more if you have post traumatic stress disorder. PTSD makes it nearly impossible to be kind to oneself and easy to slip into a negative feedback loop of self-talk. Today we talk about how mindfulness can help PTSD and chronic illness, handling negative self-talk…
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Continue reading →: Every Mother’s Day, We Need To Talk About The Complexity Of The Holidayhttps://anchor.fm/amedicsmind/episodes/Episode-238-Both-Yellow-and-White-e1ianiu
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Continue reading →: The Wharf: My Favourite Place In The World. Read This, and It Might Become Yours Too!There is a place that exists where beauty stands unblemished amidst the sands of time. A place that storybooks dream of. It rests unassuming next to the calm of a lake. The blades of grass flirt in a playful ‘pas de deux’ with the rolling shallows. Unless you mean to…
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Continue reading →: A Little Spring Time MemoryWhen I was fourteen years old, I ran from the cops. I wasn’t in trouble and I hadn’t done anything wrong. So, why was I running, you may be asking…? Well, to answer that I have to provide you with a little bit of back story; when I was fourteen,…
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Continue reading →: How I Met Your Mother… Kind ofNew York and all of its concrete appendages have gone through numerous transformations over the years. When it was my turn to immerse myself within the sprawling tapestry of old meets new, the city was a healthy mix of creativity and affluence. The streets were safe and each borough held…
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Continue reading →: I Thought of You TodayI thought of you today… one of those “need mom” kind of moments. Sometimes it still seems so surreal to know that with permanence you are well and truly gone. It doesn’t seem to fit within what makes sense. It’s weird waking up in a world without you. I know…







