Every week, the AWM is excited to bring you stories written by our visitors in our Story of the Day exhibit. Check back weekly for new stories, and visit the Museum to try out our typewriters and possibly be featured here!


To everyone who is missing someone, you are not as alone as you may feel:

Move On I tell myself – some voice in my head says Move On to where? and How?

Then the tears come. I can’t    I am stuck    I am just too sad

I really didn’t think it would be this hard. I’ve been alone before. But not like this. Never so empty. Surrounded, engulfed by such a void.

I want you to find a way to let me know you are still with me

I need to know

I guess it is the survival instinct that kicks in.

It is the hardest when I first wake up in the morning. Lost already. I get out of bed because I want coffee. That;s it. Just keep going. Looking for hope to return. Hoping Motivation will find a way in.

Did I tell you how much I miss you?

Jane West


A powerful poem from a visitor in these troubling times:

Another White Savior:

Thank you for the unsolicited assistance.

I was really looking for your opinion.

Sarcasm.

I live in a dominion created from years of domination.

Yet, in that moment, it was as if I needed validation

From the same “master” who caused the disaster – the laceration

We are still facing.

My mind is racing so fast

I’m -making typos

On this typewriter,

Because my mind knows your type.

I wsa was, at first, figuring out what to write,

But tahnk– thank you for helping me get write.

No thanks.

My God is female

And she’s not white,

But no thank you.

Your help was not appreciated.

My eyes stated what my lips wouldn’t dare as you sat

there, so self righteous.

What’s right is always white.

See? Now, I can’t even type.

That’s all you’re going to get from this writer.


Make today the day:

Today is the day. Life is too short to wait or to forego, there is too little too little left to stay the course, and not be and move and continue forward. Try something new, take a risk, do something. We are complacent, still, we’ve forgotten how to act, to change, to insist on change and insist on what is right.

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