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Kicking leaves and watching them float back down, the last nostalgic warmth of my childhood autumn. Dancing flames color me in orange corduroy, all the while herbaceous scents of sage and pumpkin cools my mind and warms my soul. October shows her admiration of nature’s true beauty by leading symphonies, all the while humming alleluias…
I sit down with WYSB author and singer/songwriter Miss Alexa Johns to discuss her very interesting relationship with the divine, her spiritual journey, and her life as a Mother to her beautiful daughter Gracie. Video: Audio:
After the doctor visit, I made phone calls to every number I had written down in that coloring book that the policeman John F gave me. I called my sister Natalee who was watching Gracie at the time while Ty was on the ice. She put the phone on speaker so that I could talk…
I was not about to allow any to see me naked or touch me without my consent. After fighting with the nursing staff for hours and sleeping in the community room couches – the nurse Tyrell finally convinced me to go ahead with the skin check because he promised to find me a female nurse…
They took my clothes. I wasn’t allowed to have drawstrings, and Ty’s sweatshirt that I was wearing had them, along with the sweats I had on, overtop of my orange v-cut lacy silk nightgown. Since I had been taken from my home unexpectedly, in the middle of the night, those were the clothes I had…
My handcuffs were pulling tight as I tried to wiggle my way out of the back of the cop car. Police officer John had come around the back side of the car and opened the door for me. His face showed compassion, and although he wasn’t exactly smiling, his expression was that of a concerned…
By Alexa Johns Mother’s Day is coming up on Sunday, May 8th, and this will be a very different experience for me than my first one last year. I’ve held off on writing about this topic due to some legal restrictions, but I’ve been given the go-ahead from my attorneys to tell my story, without…
“Vacancy of Freedom: Part 1” By Alexa Johns Okay. I’m back and still resistant to writing this, but I’m going to do it anyway. At first, it was just going to be Natalee that moved to Nashville, and then the ultimatum set in. It wasn’t just the threat of breaking up our duo “Falk” –…
By Paul Blase There’s a saying I’ve been pondering lately. Something that I feel everyone’s heard but often misunderstands. “Fake it till you make it.” It’s fairly easy to imagine what this means. In the music world, it’s possible to buy views, likes, comments, and shares on various social media platforms. In this regard, musicians…
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By Alexa Johns To be honest, it has taken quite a bit of inner willpower for me to just sit down and write. Writing a blog is one thing, but writing about myself for this introduction is entirely different for some reason. Odd – because I used to love to write. I would write all…
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