I Live In A Part Of The World...

Hi,



I live in a part of the world where clouds war with rainbows, bold sunsets make the horizon blush, and the sky tries, every so often, to touch the ground.

I live in a part of the world where wide open spaces are the norm, where green isn't a big enough word for the rain-washed expanses, where perspective is thrust upon you.

I live in a part of the world where the deer and the antelope not only play, but host dance parties for the moose, gophers, and rabbits.

I live in a part of the world where coffee row is a real thing, directions are given using landmarks, and farm equipment is as common on the highway as a minivan.

I live in a part of the world where you have to drive a while to get anywhere you need to go, but never have to wait in line when you get there.

I live in a part of the world where freedoms are so plentiful they get taken for granted, where the unknown can still trigger fear, and some struggle with the understanding that we don't live an either/or existence, that there is more than enough of everything to go around.

I live in a part of the world where crystal clean lakes are plentiful, where people stay in tents for fun, where a boat's sole purpose is recreation, and summer, though short, is enjoyed to the fullest. 

I live in a part of the world. A small part. A privileged part. A lucky part. This isn't lost on me. Ever.


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A couple things...



What the hell?!?!?!

America, I can't wait until you are you again.

These poor babies, kept, neglected, sometimes to the point of death, not given soap, toothbrushes, the very basics needed to have any comfort.

You pull them from their parents' arms and treat them like this?!

I know everybody was freaking out because Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez referred to these containment facilities as concentration camps.  I looked 'concentration camps' up in the dictionary. I would encourage you to do so as well before jumping all over her. She's not wrong.

If you get angered by puppy mills, overcrowding in livestock facilities, or people abandoning kittens in a ditch, this treatment of human beings should infuriate you. At least it better. If you find the former abhorrent and the latter is anything less, maybe it's time to take a long look in the mirror and ask yourself some hard questions as to why that is.


America, I can't wait until you are you again.


Do yourself a favour, and check out a copy of New York magazine, the June 24th -July 7th edition.

 Read about what happened to E. Jean Carroll when she came across Trump at a Bergdorf Goodman, in her own words. Every sexual assault survivor out there will recognize the truth.


America, I can't wait until you are you again.




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With Summer solstice upon us,



May the long lazy days be just that, if not all, at least a few.
May the flicker of a bonfire fill your evenings, the stars of the night sky, your view.

May time be spent with family and friends, soaking in sunshine and fresh air.
May laughter echo loud and clear, may there never be an empty chair.

May you find yourself swaying to familiar tunes, singing along to the band in the park.
May you embrace the magic that lives somewhere between the sunset, and the surrender of the dark.



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