Why I don’t go home for the holidays
By Tiara Swearington on Reflections on the holiday season by an unhoused writer whose family lives close by
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Optimism is real…isn’t it?
By Tiara Swearington on "My soul refuses to die
even with a heart full of pain
and eyes full of cries
in the words of Maya Angelou,
'still I rise.'"
Apology to Jada’Marie
By Tiara Swearington on Mommy’s sorry I can’t be perfect I’m trying.Whenever I’m weak, I think Jada’Marie is worth it. It may not seem