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The Endless Hope of Mothers
Even in the grip of violence, a single act of faith hangs in the doorway, chiming with every breath of wind.
19 hrs ago
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Lindsay Douglas (they / them)
August 2025
The Weight of One Shift
For years, I believed I was just one self-help trick away from becoming “normal.” But the truth is, my autistic body and brain require care, not…
Aug 28
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Lindsay Douglas (they / them)
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the egg cracked open
a poem
Aug 23
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Lindsay Douglas (they / them)
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The wavy image staring back at me
On building a bridge between my early trauma and my softness today. Who I am is not who I expected to be.
Aug 20
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Lindsay Douglas (they / them)
4
I really should be there.
On the ongoing shame and remorse that entombs my heart. Swimming through these memories leaves me breathless.
Published on Dear Two Daughters
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Aug 19
Some things come to blow up your life
a poem
Aug 16
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Lindsay Douglas (they / them)
2
Estrangement Isn’t New: It's the Family Disease We Keep Calling Healing
In our family, closeness often looked like keeping our distance. I am beginning to see another way.
Aug 9
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Lindsay Douglas (they / them)
4
Swimming Heads
a poem
Aug 9
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Lindsay Douglas (they / them)
2
Vivid Internal World
a poem
Aug 7
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Lindsay Douglas (they / them)
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Watseka (Watchekee): A Potawatomi Matriarch at the Crossroads of Cultures
As a Potawatomi woman caught between tradition and transformation, Watseka shaped the world around her. This is the story of resistance, adaptation, and…
Aug 6
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Lindsay Douglas (they / them)
3
What Even Is a Special Interest Anymore?
I haven’t touched a paintbrush in weeks.
Aug 5
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Lindsay Douglas (they / them)
12
May the sun never set on our friendship
a poem
Aug 2
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Lindsay Douglas (they / them)
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