August 2009

There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think about a woman I knew only by way of polished misinformation, poorly written news stories, and a shoddy investigation that left her murderer free. I think about the victim — who was poor, mentally ill, and physically abused throughout her lifetime — and it’s [...]

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By now, many people have heard of Caster Semenya. The 18 year-old South African runner first made the news for her stellar run in the African Junior Championships, but had her victory tainted by competitors who insisted that the IAFF, (the International Association of Athletics Federations), should test Semenya’s gender to see if she is [...]

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Mobs, Guns & Cloaks

by Jane Devin on 08/18/2009

When I was nine years old, I was very excited about ordering the Jumping Spider toy that Bazooka Bubble Gum was offering for .25 cents and a few wrappers. After I sent off my envelope, I waited for the mailman every day like some kids wait for Santa Claus. The summer ended, school began, winter [...]

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Ride Sally Ride. Manifesting the Journey.

by Jane Devin on 08/16/2009

(. . .part two of  this post) So after learning the secrets of prosperity and manifesting my own destiny, it was a foregone conclusion that Sally, the Kona blue Ford Mustang GT Premium, would be mine. I have visualized the overnight congratulations letter arriving on my doorstep this Monday or Tuesday, and am already considering [...]

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I Have Won A Ford Mustang & $9400

by Jane Devin on 08/14/2009

The other day I was in my therapist’s office, whining about all the usual stuff, like unemployment, mounting debts, insomnia, frustration, and how getting ill really kicked my ass (and so many other things) this year. My therapist suggested I use the power of my imagination to induce a little self-hypnosis at home. Maybe I [...]

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The Nemisis

by Jane Devin on 08/10/2009

On a narrow bed, she would awaken paralyzed, lying on her stomach with her arms wedged beneath her. The coiled snake would be on her pillow, inches from her face, its eyes staring into her own. She knew she could not move then, even to blink, and that she had to take the shallowest of [...]

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