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What does a chef, a secretary, a book seller, a personal assistant, a make up artist, a cashier, a personal shopper, a barista, a dog walker, a cold caller, a set painter, a pre-med student, a nursing student, a warehouse worker, an editor, and a writer ALL have in common?


Let me out.

The way I see it, when we are born, we are rapidly ushered onto an elevator, each year of life a floor. With each ding, we are rushed by more and more people. The lift is filled with narrow thoughts, words, and ideas. There is nowhere else to turn as…


My Scarlett, November 2018.

Space. This word is almost always thought of in terms of what is beyond our atmosphere. The planets and stars all sitting above us, watching (and influencing, as some believe).

There is also the space we have created now with social distancing in light of this global pandemic. This physical…


It has been brought to my attention lately that there are two types of people when it comes to personal power. There are those that have it, crave it, want more of it. And there are those that believe they have no power over themselves or anything in their lives.


I see you, child. And you are loved. I wish I could scoop you up now and tell you it’ll be okay. Me, almost about 2, 1989.

Thirty three years it took for me to realize how dangerous my mother was to my health. There were many times in my life where I knew something was terribly wrong, but I didn’t act. Just like an abuser, even if I got angry and threatened, there was always a…


There is so much uncertainty right now. This country is diseased. It is sick with greed, racism, privilege and, oh, who can forget coronavirus? An actual illness.

Needless to say if you are coming of age right now you are probably wondering what you are going to do with your…


A poem about me by a dear old friend and mentor, Lori Howsare. One of the people who has still remained by me.

I woke up today. I brushed my teeth and loaded the dishwasher. I folded laundry and took a shower. And for a modicum of time, I felt like a wife and a mother.

Not someone with mental illness. Not someone who feels alone in a crowded room. …


Adult Children Dealing with Toxic Parents

Last week I got some of the best news I have gotten in a while: I am pregnant with my second child and my husband’s first. This is something that we wanted. This is something that I was prepared for this time around. …


How Neurodiverse Lovers Find Peace in One Another

My husband and I taking a moment together to break down just before moving day this year.

I have been very vocal about my life before I met my husband. Many know that I was an alcoholic. Many know that I was suffering with unchecked mental illness. Many know I battled drug addiction and severe anxiety. And with every person I let in passed that veil of…


Unknown photographer or people in the photo. If you do know, let me know.

“I wish it need not have happened in my time,” said Frodo. “So do I,” said Gandalf, “and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given…

Jude Catapano

Pronouns: they/them/their + Email: ajcatapanowrites@gmail.com + URL: judecatapano.medium.com + IG: @jude_catapano_art

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