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Oh, Jenny. I feel for you. My mother carries generations of abuse as well - albeit no addiction to any substance. Except meanness. And it's not predictable meanness. Yet, let down your guard -- and BAM!

It's her journey, I have learned. I visit but not as often as I would, let's face it, if there weren't the demons. In her and in me.

I am vowing to break the chain as well.

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Jenine Bsharah Baines
Jenine Bsharah Baines

Written by Jenine Bsharah Baines

J…Jen…Jeni…Jenine... Proper names are poetry in the raw. (W.H. Auden) Poet, singer, seeker, hippie grandmother gleefully revealing herself

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