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Daring To Wade Through Your Story Can Wash the Stink Off Your Past

By Jo Ann Alo / September 2, 2020 /

It still feels shameful to admit, I wet the bed till I was nine years old. I keep reading how sharing your story helps others from feeling alone. (And we all know a few things about loneliness.) But my story always sounds so embarrassing to me—even downright disgusting to repeat. Funny, how I didn’t think…

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Rethinking My Facecrook

By Jo Ann Alo / November 27, 2019 /

My identity was faked on Facebook. A bunch of my friends were used as pawns for pillaging. It’s so creepy. I’m so sorry. My picture smiling, hovering over videos concocted to coax and confiscate. Thieves advancing right along with technology. Though confidentiality clauses and privacy policies plaster everything we sign, code, or chip—they’re finding new…

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The Library

By Jo Ann Alo / February 17, 2019 /

What’s not to love about it? When my kids were little we visited the library weekly. In fact my oldest daughter says, “That’s one of my best memories as a child.” (Hallelujah, she has one.) Their little eyes roaming for titles, Nancy Drew, The Baby-Sitters Club, The Berenstain Bears, Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs. My youngest remembers…

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Misplaced

By Jo Ann Alo / August 13, 2018 /

I have a baneful habit of trying to bend like someone else. What I mean is, when I hear (or read) how some smart, successful, happy, whole person is doing something and I begin calculating what I would have to do to fit that description, adopt that practice, host those plans. Oy vey, there is…

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Everest

By Jo Ann Alo / November 9, 2015 /

We just went to see the movie, “Everest.” It is Hollywood’s adaptation of the 1996 Mount Everest disaster. On that day 12 individuals lost their lives during a blizzard in an attempt to either ascend or descend the highest mountain on earth. I have to admit, I’ve always admired mountain climbers. I just feel like…

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If I Perish, I Perish!

By Jo Ann Alo / June 23, 2011 /

I am stuck in an identity crisis. Stuck between who I was told I am, what society tells me I am, who I want to be, and who I was created to be. Esther had the same problem. She was an orphan. Her uncle, Mordecai, took her as his own daughter. She did what she…

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