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An Open Letter on drug addiction to my daughter
Here is what I learned, late, and at a cost. The guilt is a liar. It dresses up like responsibility so you will keep feeding it. You did not pour it. You did not hand it to her. You loved a person who got sick, and love does not come with the power to cure what it cannot reach.

Wayne Ince
Jun 44 min read
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How Restorative Justice Can Transform Domestic Violence Outcomes
<p>In conversations about domestic violence, <strong>conflict resolution strategies</strong> can sound inadequate, or even risky, when they are mistaken for
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May 294 min read
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Breaking Ranks: Innovative Approaches to Victim Advocacy Services
In recent years, the landscape of [[victim advocacy services|https://www.breakingranksblog.net/]] has undergone significant transformations. As society becomes
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May 293 min read
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Understanding the GOP Stance on DEI Policies: Analyzing GOP Criticisms of Diversity Efforts
Diversity, equity, and inclusion (DEI) initiatives have become a central focus in workplaces, educational institutions, and government policies across the United States. These efforts aim to create environments where people from all backgrounds feel valued and have equal opportunities. The Republican Party (GOP) frequently expresses strong criticisms, which deeply divides the political landscape concerning DEI. As someone who closely follows social justice and equality issues
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May 285 min read
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Feelings Misunderstood | Emotional-stress-of-being-misunderstood
There is a particular loneliness in feeling misunderstood. You say what you mean. The person across from you hears something you didn't say. You try again, slower, and the gap gets wider instead of smaller. Eventually, you stop trying. Silence starts to feel safer than being read wrong one more time. I lived in that silence for years. I came home from twenty-three years in the Air Force carrying what I couldn't explain to the people who loved me most. My family would ask how
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May 284 min read
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