It was a Jaxident, I swear

My first time ever seeing a kangaroo. Up close. I was in Cave City, KY and had meant to camp at Mammoth Cave National Park, but since the RV sites weren’t full hookups, I decided that for my first time “really” camping with Serenity should be with full hookups. I stayed at Cave Country RV Campground, a smallish but really nice campground – and with pull-in sites for big rigs. Perfect! It even…

Who’s the intelligent but derpy person that lived ONE MILE from a Cummins (generator) service center and DIDN’T get the oil change/maintenance service she needed before leaving??? Me. That would be me. Now I get to locate a service center, and hope they can fit me in while I’m nearby. Because instead of having it done while still living at home, I forgot and now need to make sure all is well…

I had this all typed out on a FB post, and then it wiped out because FB is a jerk. Then I remembered, I have this blog!! Derp. LOL We have finally made it to where we meant to be. I’ll probably stay an extra day at this campground, as we got in late last night and I need a day to recover before I go again. I couldn’t even remember what day it was today, it’s been such a whirlwind. If the car…

For years, the evangelical Christian Right, in particular the American versions, have been politicizing their congregations to further their own agendas in society. As this descends more and more into Christian Nationalism, I’m seeing some parallels that are perhaps even more disturbing than the comparisons to Nazism. I’m talking about Satan. Satan is the adversary, the tempter, the schemer,…

Tarrant City Places Chief of Police on Administrative Leave

I’ve seen a couple posts with this photo on my Facebook timeline, and it reminds me of a college boyfriend’s home (we didn’t have them). A photo shared on Facebook I had a boyfriend in college, and his family was VERY Italian. Sicilian, if I remember correctly. Very traditional, to the point where he was engaged to a girl from a family he grew up with. Yes — I was dating someone who was engaged…

Best City in Alabama, huh?

Maybe if you’re white and support police brutality. But not if you’re a BIPOC or an ally. But if you support the murderer of EJ Bradford Jr. still working on the same police force then yeah, I suppose Hoover, Alabama is the best place to live in Alabama. This just makes me want to vomit. I hate going to Hoover in the first place but when I have to, now I get to see these banners everywhere. I…

My therapist asked me whether I was doing anything for the holidays, or if I have any feelings about them; do they make me depressed or feel any kind of way. Not really, I told him, and that’s the truth. I’ve had various sizes of holiday gatherings and celebrations in the past, from big Italian family feasts with my ex-husband’s family to more intimate gatherings with my small family. I’m not…

Restarting the blog in an attempt to get away from social media and to also try to get my writing brain working again. It’s weird that I can write a Facebook post that will be so engaging, and people will adore the story I’ve written but when I sit down to *write* I get all caught up in the writing and editing and making it perfect. So much so that I forget to actually write, to tell the story,…

Contentious Union Vote at Amazon Heads to a Count

The outcome of a vote at a warehouse in Alabama could have far-ranging implications for both the company and the labor movement. A rally on Friday in support of the Amazon workers outside the Retail, Wholesale and Department Store Union’s building in Birmingham, Ala.Credit…Charity Rachelle for The New York Times By Karen Weise and Michael CorkeryMarch 29, 2021, 3:00 a.m. ET SEATTLE — By the…

One Word ~An Intention for 2021

This is sparked by a blog post by an old friend from my way-back days, her wisdom inspires me, even though we rarely speak anymore. Our paths diverged, and a life in the Bible Belt doesn’t allow one to be a public pagan outspoken Witch like I once used to be. So I watch from afar, nostalgic for the days when we danced the bonfires together. Ah… I’m croning. These are the remembrances of a world…

And the rain comes tumbling down …

When the Helper Forgets to Help Themself

I am a Terrible Journaler/Blogger.

I am absolutely AWFUL and doing anything good for myself.

WHy is that?

Seriously. I’d love to answer this. Give me a deadline, ask me to do something, and I’ll promise it to you and have it to you within that deadline, likely before it. But for myself? Nope.

If I had to write a blog entry for someone else’s blog — I’d write it. But for my own?…

An Open Letter to My White Friends

Let me start this off by saying that I cherish each and every one of you, whether I’ve just met you recently or have known you for a long time (some since childhood). You wouldn’t be my friend if we didn’t have one thing in common: a respect for life in all its myriad shapes, sizes, and colors. Not just human life, but life in all aspects.

Let me also preface this by saying that while this is…

IF YOU’RE TIRED OF WAKING UP AND HEARING NEWS OF PEOPLE BEING SHOT FOR BEING BLACK, IMAGINE HOW THEY FEEL…

…FOR ACTUALLY BEING SHOT. OR LIVING WHILE BLACK. I’m trying to recognize my privilege while also realizing that I can care, can be an ally, and want to help but also deal with my own anxiety and depression and C-PTSD.

I get overwhelmed. I buckle under. I fall to pieces. And none of it has anything to do with being targeted simply because of the color of my skin.

My life could be one of…

I’ve been trying without success in getting the media, any media, or…anyone really to pay any attention to the protests happening in Hoover, Alabama. I get it, people are just fucking tired of hearing about Black Lives Matter. Well, you know what? Too fucking bad.

EJ Bradford mattered. He mattered to his family. He mattered to his community. And the protesters that are trying to get the body…

I’ve apparently had a Mexican standoff going on in my home for the past couple of days, and I wasn’t even aware that the parties involved had any beef with each other. This does not bode well for the admittedly slightly uneasy equilibrium of my household.

Per Wikipedia, “A Mexican standoff is a confrontation in which no strategy exists that allows any party to achieve victory.[1][2] Any party…