There is a singer named Toni Braxton who I like much. She had a well known
song called Never Breath Again that summed up the non-angry heartbreaking angst
that threatens your very life when your man has done you wrong that only female
black singers of her ilk can sing. I don't listen to the song, it makes me
sad, makes me sigh and tierd and teary. But funny thing is, she did a song a
few laters called "I am still breathing." He he -- I like it. As strong as
the other song, but a very different stance.

I forget sometimes how close to death I was a few years ago -- gawd down to
size 1 -- truly nearly not here, Alternating between violent rages and
vacancy. I have experienced being on the exact edge of allowing yourself to die
and shutting down all will power to continue life. Always the same two things
got me through -- my daughter and my students -- they always radiated a light
that urged me to attempt to crawl out of the pit and to reconstitute a fairly
shattered mind.

Sad and tierd from the week tonight but determined -- determined. Lesson
plans, a review of an article, start my big speech for Austin in October and
then the dissertation . . . . the little train that could or something like
that.

Hope all are well

Rosena

There is a singer named Toni Braxton who I like much. She had a well known
song called Never Breath Again that summed up the non-angry heartbreaking angst
that threatens your very life when your man has done you wrong that only female
black singers of her ilk can sing.

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song called Never Breath Again that summed up the non-angry =

that threatens your very life when your man has done you wrong that only=

black singers of her ilk can sing. I don't listen to the song, it makes=

sad, makes me sigh and tierd and teary. But funny thing is, she did a =

few laters called "I am still breathing." He he -- I like it. As =

the other song, but a very different stance.=20

There is a singer named Toni Braxton who I like much. She had a well

song called Never Breath Again that summed up the non-angry heartbreaking

that threatens your very life when your man has done you wrong that only

black singers of her ilk can sing. I don't listen to the song, it makes

sad, makes me sigh and tierd and teary. But funny thing is, she did a

few laters called "I am still breathing." He he -- I like it. As strong

the other song, but a very different stance.

I forget sometimes how close to death I was a few years ago -- gawd down

size 1 -- truly nearly not here, Alternating between violent rages and
vacancy. I have experienced being on the exact edge of allowing yourself

and shutting down all will power to continue life. Always the same two

got me through -- my daughter and my students -- they always radiated a

that urged me to attempt to crawl out of the pit and to reconstitute a

shattered mind.

Sad and tierd from the week tonight but determined -- determined. Lesson
plans, a review of an article, start my big speech for Austin in October

then the dissertation . . . . the little train that could or something

that.

Hope all are well

Rosena