Today I don’t have a voice. At least I don’t feel like I have one. I’m not talking about a lack of vocal cords; my children can assure you that my vocal cords are working…just fine. But as I sit here in front of a blank screen trying to come up with words that make sense and will be impactful to a reader out there, I have told myself at least thirteen times,” You have nothing to say today.” I know the reason: I’m over my head in graduation preparation and I don’t want to take the time to think about anything else. I don’t want to slow my roll. I’m headed into the downhill slide and the progress that I’m making is accelerating this journey and I can see the finish line. I don’t want to check Facebook, I don’t want to cook dinner, I don’t want to contemplate one more thought about why I should take a stand about the obvious value of a human life over that of a zoo animal. My laundry room is waiting to be painted and there is a sapling growing i...
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