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I'm back.

I've been away from blogging for quite some time, but I think it's time I get back to it.
A LOT has happened since I was away.
Lost an amazing president. One whose Administration will forever shape my life.
Gained a new, insane president of questionable intelligence and allegiance.
Learned of advances in technology.
Realized the entire world seems to be going to shit all at the same time as democracy seems to die a little more each day.
Accepted that my small humans are growing less small by the day.
Lost some loved ones.
Gained some new friends.
Shed some toxicity.
Gained new insights about me, the world, our places in it.
Seen some kick-ass movies and shows.
Learned some new languages--well, that's always a work in progress.

Above all, I'm grappling with how fleeting life can be and how important it is to take the victories as they come and to gather your pebbles of joy and celebration and hold on to them, so you can take them out to remind you of the good and wonderful when all around you seems like shit.

So, obviously, the blog has been renamed to The Goddess Professor Speaks. I'll explain the new name in a post coming soon.

For now, welcome back old friends. Hello and welcome to new ones.

The Goddess Professor is here.

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