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Atheism - Patience & Fortitude
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Tragedy changes us;. Patience tempers us;. Fortitude keeps us going. May 4, 2015. New post up at Atheist Republic! Can we, as atheists with no real common denominator other than what we don’t believe in, use celebrity mourning as any kind of guide or measure for more personal tragedies? Full essay at: http:/ www.atheistrepublic.com/blog/kimboo-york/celebrity-death-secularization-mourning. Tagged With: atheist republic. March 2, 2014. Powerless Atheism, Human Strength. Don’t want to. We’re not infer...
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Grief - Patience & Fortitude
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Tragedy changes us;. Patience tempers us;. Fortitude keeps us going. July 20, 2015. Homeless (where the heart is). I have a pretty great landlord, and I like where I live. Yet, the thought of calling him set me on edge to the point where I fell off that edge and back into PTSD, which after all is home away from home. Because home died 20 years ago. I never hung that painting up in that apartment. I was only there a year, anyway. Tagged With: adult orphan. February 23, 2015. His comment to her was that gr...
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mourning - Patience & Fortitude
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Tragedy changes us;. Patience tempers us;. Fortitude keeps us going. July 20, 2015. Homeless (where the heart is). I have a pretty great landlord, and I like where I live. Yet, the thought of calling him set me on edge to the point where I fell off that edge and back into PTSD, which after all is home away from home. Because home died 20 years ago. I never hung that painting up in that apartment. I was only there a year, anyway. Tagged With: adult orphan. May 4, 2015. New post up at Atheist Republic!
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Reflections - Patience & Fortitude
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Tragedy changes us;. Patience tempers us;. Fortitude keeps us going. July 20, 2015. Homeless (where the heart is). I have a pretty great landlord, and I like where I live. Yet, the thought of calling him set me on edge to the point where I fell off that edge and back into PTSD, which after all is home away from home. Because home died 20 years ago. I never hung that painting up in that apartment. I was only there a year, anyway. Tagged With: adult orphan. March 16, 2015. A lot My bartender was amused.
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