Six Things The City of Baltimore Must Do If It Really Wants To Improve


1.    Elect a mayor with passion and vision for the city.
City leadership has become shamefully staid, almost as if they are bored with running this city, particularly our city’s mayor. She seems to be asleep at the wheel and looks absolutely irritated when I see her at press conferences, as if governing the city was taking her away from some vitally important mani/pedi appointment. Where are the leaders who clearly love the city, who have crabmeat and Old Bay seasoning running through their veins? Where are the passionate Baltimore mayors who grew up here, spent key years of their lives here, the ones who love every dysfunctional corner of this town from the junkies in front of Lexington Market to the lines of folks out on Pulaski Highway getting pit beef sandwiches as the aroma assaults their noses?

William_Donald_Schaefer  clarence du burns Kurtschmoke

Whether I agreed with Mayor Schaefer, Burns, or Schmoke’s policies during their respective tenures as mayor, I always knew they LOVED Baltimore and they truly felt their policies would better the city. This city MUST FIND leadership who isn’t solely dedicated to securing their next political positions, and who is firmly focused on Baltimore’s present and future, not just their own. When I see this city’s next mayor on television, I want to see the fire in their eyes and hear the zeal in their voices when they speak about this city. Fervor is what I want from this city’s next mayor. I want a mayor unabashedly in love with the city and unwilling to let it down.

2.    Keeping graduates of local colleges/universities in the city.
coppin Johns_Hopkins_University's_Academic_Seal loyola MICA_Logo morgan Peabody_Institute

Baltimore attracts tens of thousands of young adults to attend the numerous colleges and universities in the area. This includes a Catholic institution (Loyola), two HBCUs (Morgan — which graduates the largest number of African American engineers in the nation and Coppin), one of nation’s finest music schools (Peabody), one of the nation’s finest art schools (MICA), and one of the nation’s finest medical schools (Hopkins). But if you check out the numbers of the out-of-state graduates who stay in the Baltimore metropolitan area once they graduate, you’ll find very few do. You mean to tell me these students spend at least four years in this area pursuing their education, and often become involved in the area’s nightlife and culture, and nothing in that time spent here makes them want to stay? These young adults are exactly the types of people who would make good citizens of this city – college educated, highly trained and skilled, and career oriented in many cases. Baltimore needs to do a much better job of encouraging these people to stay and take root in the city. Their new blood and fresh perspectives on the city as people who aren’t as enmeshed in the city are vital if Baltimore wants to move successfully further into the 21st century.

3.    Long term improvements in the city’s public school system.

baltimore city public school building
It makes me so angry when I hear all of this talk about attracting people into the city to live without any real discussion about improvements to the school system across the board for the long term. The city seems to enjoy forgetting that while singles who enjoy urban living might find Baltimore a hip, fun place to be at first (which it can be) will sing a different tune the minute they marry and start families. With some quick Googling, they will quickly discover just how poorly the schools in the city perform. They realize a good deal of their financial resources must be spent avoiding Baltimore City Public Schools if they want their kids educated and not assaulted – resources they discover they don’t have once they check the tuition at Gilman or Garrison Forest School. Most city public schools simply do lousy jobs at educating children, point blank period.

baltimore city public schools

There is the occasional elementary school that happens to be cloistered away in a “good” neighborhood, but those neighborhoods are hard to find permanent housing in for that reason. So these dual income households, the very types of tax-paying households the city is in dire need of leave the city because they cannot find suitable free education for their children. Until the city can offer a school system that offers a quality free education, no one is going to stay here and subject their children to the piss-poor schools this city has if they don’t have to. But how seriously can a city take improving education when one of its former mayors manages to “lose” over $50 million dollars out of its education budget?

4.    Realistic real estate development that includes affordable housing projects.
I get that the multi-million dollar harbor side real estate developments are sexy and hot looking, overflowing with amenities like Starbucks lattes on tap and organic free range chicken boxes (or so I’ve heard).  But I always wonder what makes these real estate developers think there is a sustainable market for these million dollar plus units in this area.


I mean, do they really look at the population of this city in a realistic way? How do they conclude that there is a great need for luxury condos starting in the millions, and luxury apartments that start at over fifiteen hundred dollars a month? Really though?  Where is the pool of folks in this area that can afford those digs?  Those that can afford them tend to be a transient group because they often have careers that take them from one city to another, seeking opportunities to be more upwardly mobile, build their resumes, and earn more money. This means they move out of these units after a year or two. For the onest that stay,  as soon as those folks need to educate their children, they check out the aforementioned tuitions at the local private schools and figure why not move a few miles down the road and have their kids attend high quality public schools in other parts of Maryland or Northern Virginia? Then the developments are occupied way below capacity, are auctioned off at bargain basement prices that average Baltimoreans still can’t afford, and eventually become beautiful half-empty buildings.

affordable housing 2 Michael Barland and Kevin Bell

Of course affordable housing isn’t this glamorous thing – it’s not sexy, but it is necessary. It is the type of real estate development that could go a long way towards stabilizing the city by providing real homes for mid-level income earning tax-paying citizens who aren’t on the kind of career fast tracks that require moving around a lot, and are looking for stability and a home in Baltimore (especially if done in concert with #3.) But even affordable housing cannot be successfully created in troubled neighborhoods without making some effort to address that neighborhood’s issues. Real estate developers tackling affordable housing development in this city are going to have to look at the neighborhoods that are still at least somewhat stable and viable (“buffer neighborhoods/blocks” if you will, where there is still a decently high percentage of home ownership), place small projects in those neighborhoods, and create larger regions of more stable areas with home ownership as a foundation that can grow out from those core “buffer” zones, and slowly impact the more troubled neighborhoods by making them smaller by increasing the size of the safer “buffer neighborhoods” little by little. I see “affordable housing” being attempted in some super-high crime areas of the city and it makes absolutely no sense. The houses will remain vacant because those who can afford them still won’t live in them.

5.    Massive, properly funded, fully supported and spearheaded, and  effective programs to address the city’s drug addicted population.
Conservative estimates say ten percent of this city’s population is addicted to heroin. Keep in mind that’s just ONE drug, and that also means that conservatively, there are roughly 60,000 heroin addicts in Baltimore right now. As much as the non-addicted population likes to pooh-pooh the staggering junkie leaning folks that move through the city’s streets, this is the very population that wreaks havoc on the city internally and externally, both in public and in private, in part  because they have very few treatment options available. They drain the city’s resources with their health care needs and their use of other federal and state resources with no end in sight because there is no rehabilitation in sight, and the few treatment options available to the general public are overburdened. In fact, the corner considered the most dangerous in the country in a recent study of crime nationwide, the corner of Gay Street and North Avenue in East Baltimore, zip code 21213, is home to one of the city’s most popular free drug treatment clinics.

methadone clinic

Whether it is the functional addict who is poorly performing at whatever job he/she has managed to hang onto through their addiction, or the long-term addict who has relied on crime to feed their addictions, this city
simply cannot afford to lose ten percent of its human resources. There is too much work to be done and we need ALL hands on deck. Drug addiction is killing this city and draining it of hard-working, tax-paying people that are vital to the city. Continuing to not acknowledge that a huge commitment of resources needs to go to this problem is doing this city a HUGE disservice — especially in a city whose major employers and real estate owners are hospitals whose facilities stand right in the middle of many of the communities being strangled by the outcomes from its citizen’s untreated drug addictions.

6.    Re-funding of youth centers and programs for at-risk youth/young adults

Crime crime crime. Yeah, the city’s got it. Sure there are lots of things that could be done that might provide relief. But if I had to put my efforts into a single enterprise with an eye towards reducing crime, I would pick this one. We need the rec centers back. ALL OF THEM. And we need them staying open LATE, until midnight during the summer months when school was out like they used to. We need BNBL (Baltimore Neighborhood Basketball League for those too young to remember) back. We need summer job programs back. We need someone to finally build a legitimate sizeable dirt bike course so these kids could at least have the option of racing there. We need every type of program that directs youth’s energies to positive things. We need everyone involved, from the big area businesses to the small ones. It kills me that these are the first programs to go when the cutting budget time goes, but a youth jail miraculously appears in the place of these things. You have no idea what could be avoided if a young man could say to his friends, “nah man, I’m going up to the rec. I’ll get at y’all lata.” So please give them other options.

rec center

Just my two cents mind you. What do you recommend?



Thanks to everyone who supported “Tula Talks” in 2013. Yes I will be writing more here this  year, but I wanted to give you some numbers to show how supportive (nosy) you all have been!

For example…

This blog was viewed about 5,500 times in 2013. A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 5 trips to carry that many people.

May I continue to be as brave and open in my writing in 2014, and may all of you, and even more of you, continue to be supportive (nosy) in 2014!


TULA TALKS IN 2013 — Stats from Word Press!

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2013 In Review — I’m BBBAAADDDDDD!!!

In spite of the way some people pooh-pooh New Year’s resolutions, I’m not a person who does that. I’m down for anyone seeking self-improvement, and if you need the calendar to motivate your self-improvement, cool. It doesn’t even bother me that a lot of people who start out seeking self-improvement in the New Year don’t get very far, because there are one or two who will get far, and it is important those people do what they do. Like many people, I tend to reflect on the past year and look at how I want to move forward, if for no other reason to seek the lessons the previous 365 days sought to teach me. And after careful thought and consideration to the hand 2013 dealt me, the lesson that was meant for me was that I can have unshakable faith in myself in every aspect of my life. 2013 showed me that I am truly a self-sufficient, highly resourceful person. I really can handle anything life throws at me successfully, without losing my mind, my soul, or my peace of mind. 2013 even showed me that I am more capable that many people I think very highly of and who I am aligned with at times, and that it is okay for me to step around less capable individuals to take a leadership role and move forward if that is the only way forward movement and positive growth can take place. 2013 showed me that the next step in my evolution means fully stepping into the foreground of every part of my existence and fully demonstrating just how capable I am – even if doing that makes others uncomfortable. And it will make others uncomfortable, which is part of the challenge I face.

am i making you uncomfortableI’m not a confrontational person. I don’t run from confrontations like I once did, but I don’t seek them out either. I’m not a person who spends a lot of time trying to convince others that I’m right. Typically I’m a person who holds their tongue and carefully considers every aspect of something before I speak on it, and once I do, I am very careful, direct and precise on what I have to say. As a result, there are oftentimes I take way too long dealing with something because I am spending so much time carefully considering every single thing. This is not to say I need to make snap judgments in the coming year, but I must admit oftentimes my “careful consideration” of things was just me avoiding conflict with someone who I knew full well was going down a path that wasn’t going to be a good one for me. I knew it was gonna be bad, and I just didn’t say shit because I called myself not rushing to make judgments. As a person who is going to have full faith in my self-sufficiency in 2014, including my own judgment, I will not be dragging my feet when it comes to those types of situations. People so often say “don’t judge me” these days, but judgment is a necessary component of effective decision making. You have to look at things, and decide things, and choose things based on judgments you make. So in 2014 I will be more decisive and clear and swift in my decision making when it is appropriate to do so.

Decisions sign in the sky

Another aspect of my life where I am going to step into my faith in myself is my performing and writing. I have not always had the most confidence in my writing voice and my performing style for various reasons – the primary reason being that I didn’t see myself in many of the other artists I admire or that I think are good. And because I wasn’t like them, I thought I wasn’t as good as them, or that I could be as good as them. But 2013 has shown me why my voice is different, and that difference doesn’t mean less skill or talent. I get why I’m different than them, and that difference is my greatest strength. My lack of ability to be ashamed of much of anything I’ve said or done is what makes me a force to be reckoned with when I step fully into my power onstage. Women are supposed to be ashamed of this or that, and that’s just not where I am in my life, and because of that lack of shame, there is a lack of fear. That lack of shame or fear in my writing is what people respond to, and what I need to put out there even more in 2014. The funny thing about this is that every time I think I’m comfortable with what I do as a performance poet, something happens to show me I’m really not as comfortable as I think. In the case of performing, though I am good at it, I still find an arrogance about it that seems weird to me and has makes me uncomfortable. A performer basically they’re so good at something, so talented, so amazing that they have every right to gather people together, oftentimes for money, to see them do whatever it is they do, and that those they gather will love it, enjoy it, and pay to see them do it again. I’ve often thought takes a really arrogant person to feel that way about themselves, and I just didn’t feel I had that kind of arrogance. But truth be told, I do. I do possess that kind of conceit, but I’ve just been ashamed of it. But in 2014 I am learning to embrace arrogance and reject humility when it comes to what I do. And I have every right to reject false humility, because I really am skilled and talented. So what good am I doing myself, or the world by going around acting as if I am not as good as I know I am? It’s dishonest actually, and I am rejecting false humility and embracing honesty in 2014, including honesty about how amazing I am.

WHAT WEEKLY PIC OF PETULA EDITEDFinally, 2013 taught me that I’m tough. I went though a pretty bad breakup earlier this year, and though we have since reconciled and now we’re trying to see where this thing goes, at the time the breakup occurred, I was a wreck. Worst of all, I’d had a really awful breakup the previous year, so the added weight of my latest relationship failure was really pulling me down. I was in a very sad place. I felt awful, looked awful, and was just in an awful place. I cried and screamed and wrote blog entries, feeling sick inside and looking sick outside. But in spite of all the hurt, at no point did I feel like I was never going to be okay. I never felt like I was going to be sad forever. I knew I was going through a season of sadness, but even at my lowest points I told myself, “this is just how it is right now; it isn’t always going to be this way.” Even in my despair I knew I was strong enough to pull myself out of it eventually. I never felt like my low point was permanent. I wasn’t sure how long I was going to be in the low place, and I definitely didn’t know how I was going to get out, but I just instinctively knew I would pull myself together and be okay in time as long as I xpectwas honest with myself about my feelings. I instinctively knew as long as I didn’t try to hide my pain, or conceal it, or use destructive behaviors to numb it I would eventually move past it. So I allowed myself to freely and openly be hurt and wounded. I hid nothing. I cried while walking down the street if I felt like it, and I leaned on my friends as hard as they would let me. I wrote angrily in my blog about the breakup, the breakup from the previous year, and how their combined impact was really giving me the blues. But I knew I was going to make it. And when he came back to me, saying he was sorry and willing to try again, I was able to be open to receiving what he had to say, and I was willing to believe and trust him, and more importantly, trust in my ability to make sound decisions about him, and about us. His willingness to admit he preferred his life with me as a big part of it was something I was able to accept. I appreciated his ability to put his pride aside when it came to me, and so we are now attempting to see if the highly unconventional coupling we’ve created together has any staying power. We’ll see what happens.

So, in 2014, expect to see more of me. Expect to hear more of me. Expect to re-discover me. Expect to read my work, see my shows, and wonder why I kept so quiet for so long. Expect to see me at my sharpest, my most clear, and my most certain.  Most importantly, expect me to be the most confident I’ve been since I got to this planet, and expect to either reap the benefits, or suffer the consequences.

Happy New Year!


So, I decided to return to school to complete some unfinished academic business, which is part of the reason why you haven’t heard from me in so long.



It wasn’t a rash decision – it was something I thought about long and hard, carefully contemplating how to best return to the higher education world I had been absent from for so long. I was not at all concerned about my ability to complete the work. I still am, and always will be, a very gifted person intellectually, and that has always translated into academic success for me, for the most part. But I did face a few challenges, which is why my academic work went uncompleted for many years. But I feel ready now to finally meet this challenge head on, so after much thought, I enrolled in University of Maryland, University College.




It has been very challenging for me. First of all, it’s an online program, which has definitely taken some getting used to. When I last was in college it was very traditional classroom learning. There are definitely some disadvantages to online learning, and I’ve had to get used to a lot I wasn’t expecting. Secondly, I took a very heavy course load considering I’ve been away from the rigors of academia for so long, and I truly regret that now. Third, when I started taking classes I was not working. Since then, I’ve taken on a few weeks work on a temporary assignment to raise some much needed income, and I haven’t really done well with shifting from being at home all day doing my schoolwork to having to be at work 8 hours a day, then doing my homework. Finally, I’m now running an online publication full time – Mic Life Magazine.

 mic life magazine


And while I do love it, it is time consuming. It also requires for me to be out and about a good bit covering events and interviewing artists, which is not something I’m trying to spend a lot of time doing, especially now that I’m working and going to school. The convergence of all these things has meant me struggling the past few weeks. I’ve totally missed deadlines on assignments for school; in some cases I didn’t even know I had an assignment until the deadline had passed. I’ve been insanely sleepy and tired at work as I’ve stayed up until all hours trying to get my schoolwork caught up. And somewhere in there I’m still trying to pursue my other creative endeavors and help a couple of my artist friends get projects they’re working on off the ground. Oh…and also…my former boyfriend has returned to Baltimore. This was a challenge in and of itself because he and I weren’t entirely sure how we were going to proceed in dealing with each other once he returned. But now that he has, we are going to try to see what we can possibly build together as a couple. So, my life has shifted a lot in a short time.

getting-back-with-ex-meme1 We do have what I consider to be some obstacles in our way – one of the most important ones being my mother. Simply put, she does not like him. This is not especially troubling to me in some ways because honestly, my mom has never liked anyone I dated when I was dating them, and doesn’t think much of even my most casual, platonic friends. So her not liking him is nothing shocking, and she always has found very passive aggressive ways to act out when my friends were around. As I’ve gotten older, it has bothered me less as I’ve come to accept my mother for who she is and who she isn’t.

But since his return, she has found newer, more intense, more irritating ways to act out.  She has found some horrible and hurtful things to say to me, demonstrating a shocking lack of consideration for my feelings and for my ability to make sound decisions. I find it disappointing that she thinks so little of me in spite of all the ways I’ve been there for her over the years. I would think that after everything I’ve been through that my mom would agree that I deserve happiness with a man who genuinely cares for me, wants to be with me, and wants my life to be better because of his presence in it. But her primary concern seems to be how his presence in my life will take my attention away from her and the things she thinks I should pay attention to – which are basically things related to her.

No matter how many times I assure her that I will never ever let anyone or anything keep me from actively caring for my mom, loving her, taking care of her needs, her safety and her security, all she sees in this man is him taking me away from her.  In her mind, she has decided that he will sweep me far, far away to Never Never Land, and I would just go, never looking back at the family I would leave behind. He is her worst nightmare – a Peter Pan figure in my life that will wisk me away to a place where I will never have to grow up – never have responsibilities, burden, unhappiness or pain. No matter how often I speak to her about my dedication to my family, no matter how often I point to the years of service I have given her and my family, no matter how much I have put my own desires on the back burner because I so wanted my mother’s approval (which I never got), no matter how steadfast, reliable, and dependable I have been in every way for years, from dealing with the day-to-day financial struggles of limited financial resources, to helping to care for both my dad and my uncle when they became ill, to caring for my autistic son and my troubled daughter, my mother doesn’t want to acknowledge that I am a rock for my family, a safe harbor they can cling to and lean on and get help from no matter what storms are blowing in their lives.



safe harborShe simply will NOT give me my props. Now not giving me my props was fine when she could shame me into believing I didn’t deserve them because of some of the mistakes I’ve made and some of the bad choices I’ve made. But now I KNOW I deserve my props. I deserve to be honored by her for being a good daughter to her, even in the face of her lack of respect and appreciation for me at times, the same way I honor her for being an outstanding mother to me, even to this day. I deserve reciprocity at this point, and I’m not getting it. She even had the audacity and unmitigated gall to ask if I planned to continue attending school since he’d returned – as if to say I would not feel compelled to continue my education because I had a man in my life. What kind of gawd-awful bullshit is that? But that is a prime example of my mother’s low opinion of me, in spite of all I’ve successfully overcome in my life. I’m fucking proud of me, and have no intention of allowing anyone to take from me the high opinion I FINALLY have of myself – not even her.

me and momMe and my mommy back in the day.

But in the meantime, life goes on. I work. I run the magazine. I interview artists, and review their work. I write. I spend time with my man as we see what life we can have together. I make plans for my future as a prosperous successful media/entertainment mogul. I move forward and build and grow and learn. And I continue to love my mother. Even when she’s making me angry and sad I love her. I love her even when I see her clinging to her fear of being left alone instead of trusting in me and the history I have established of being there for her no matter what.  I continue to love my mother even when she’s hurting me with her inability to see how wonderful I really am, how dependable and trustworthy I am. I continue to love my mother when she won’t see how loved, respected and admired I am by so many people. I continue to love my mother when she is being difficult, and I reach my wits end, and I yell at her, begging her to stop her onslaught long enough to see that though she is doing what she is doing because she is afraid of me leaving her, doing what she is doing is exactly the kind of thing that would make me leave. I continue to love my mother even when it seems like she doesn’t much love me, because I know she’s just getting older and afraid of where she’ll fit in as my life changes. But I do wish she’d stop trying to stop my life from changing, especially when the changes are making my life better, more full, more fabulous, and are allowing me a chance to be happy and fulfilled and contented in a way I haven’t had a chance to experience.

I hope she will graciously let go. Because I promise you, anyone who truly loves you and who truly deserves your love in return will come back if you can be brave enough to not hold too tightly.

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I’m back! (I think…)

So I fell off the wagon. I was doing so well with blogging regularly, and then I stopped. Life got sad and I got depressed for awhile, and then I worked on making my life better, and as a result of that life got busy. I’m back in school full time, working on managing an online publication,

“Footsie” — an audio short story

Hello all!

Since I’ve been writing more lately, thought I’d let you hear one of my short stories that is actually an audio recording. It’s called “Footsie”, and without giving too much away it’s about a marriage ending.


Photo by Kevin Ratford

Click on the link BELOW to listen to the story  — ENJOY!

Footsie – by Petula Caesar

To reconcile or not to reconcile…that is the question.

I heard from my ex about two and a half weeks ago.

What began as a discussion about how long his belongings would be in my basement turned into “I miss you…I made a mistake…It was all my fault…I miss you so much…I want you back.” Now as much as my ego enjoyed hearing this, I have a lot of concerns about really trying to make this work.

dont talk to me

When considering a reconciliation, you have to think about why you broke up in the first place. Was the reason for the breakup a dealbreaker? In the case of my ex, the answer to that is no. He was never abusive. He was not unfaithful. He was honest, caring, loving and affectionate. He treated me wonderfully, and set the bar quite high for any who would come after him. Even when displaying his worst qualities that I hated the most, I never hated him as a person. I felt safe and protected and able to be myself with him. He really opened himself to me when we were together. And even when we broke up, though he was upset for a time, he still managed not to let his ego and his hurt keep him from telling me he wanted us to work things out. He was not going to let me go again he said, and that was brave of him. It was more than I could manage to do once I got angry. He took a risk, a real risk, and I have tremendous respect for risk takers. I reward risk taking — that’s my nature. Though he had good intentions when he left to take the job so far away, he said he didn’t really consider how that would impact us, how we would function as a couple while we were apart. He freely admits it was a very poor decision on his part. He has apologized.

But still I am hesitant.

lets get it right

He and I have resumed communication. We don’t talk every day, but at least a couple of times a week we spend 3-4 hours on the phone. While neither of us has really discussed the details of how we would go about reconciling, we have talked about the fact that he definitely wants to, and I am becoming more open to it. We spend a lot of time reminiscing, talking about how we met, our first conversations and dates, places we’ve gone, things we’ve done. Its been good reconnecting with him, and I am happy to remember why I ever became involved with him in the first place. But I still have a lot of hesitation.

I’m not really afraid of reconciling. I am glad to say that I’m not afraid. I am proud that fear does not rule my life. I’m not really afraid of being hurt, of being rejected, or any of those things. Fear has taken too much from me, and I cannot allow it to take one more thing, especially not one more relationship with someone who was important to me. Fear has deprived me of too many friends, too many lovers, and too many others that I was too afraid of interacting with for various silly reasons.

Love Found Its Way Back – Petula Caesar

What I am concerned about is how realistic our chances for success are. I think back to those first few awful weeks after he left, us on the phone night after night, me crying into the phone, yelling at him, asking how could he have just left me, and left us. I wonder if he’s just feeling sentimental now because of the distance between us, and once he got back here it would be different. But he insists that’s not the case. I wonder if I’m ready for a long-term relationship, FOR REAL this time. He’s been very clear that once we decide to move forward on putting our relationship back togehter, there will be no turning back. NONE! That means if this works between us, he is fully expecting the most permanent committment I can offer. I do think about what that could mean long term.

yes no maybe

I also think about the positives as well — how it would be nice for us to successfully find our way back to each other. We were very good together in many respects, and while things were not perfect between us, there was definitely more good than bad. During these recent conversations we’ve talked about those bad things, about the things about him that bothered me. We talked about his quick temper, his sharp tongue, his harsh demeanor in dealing with people at times when it wasn’t necessary. I am bringing every bit of my sharp Virgo analysis and tendency towards practicality to bear as we talk, trying to see this thing from every possible angle…good and bad. I’m trying not to rush into things. I’m trying to be clear on this reconciliation thing. I listen to all the things people say about going back to an ex…

ex 3 ex 2 ex 1

But my heart…my poor poor heart…my heart just wants to know if we can get back together.

To be continued…

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