#SoCS: Political Passion Hurts Feelings But Heals Communities


Any time I speak of politics I hear ‘you’re too intense.’ ‘You’re too controversial.’ ‘I’m not interested in politics any more.’ Well, buddy, politics is interested in YOU.

Medium.com recently deemed Nixon the worst President ever. However, less than 70 days into office, Trump and #russiagate are looking to be at Watergate level. Not to mention his trial for FRAUD was just given a final judgement and he must pay off $25 Million to the plaintiffs he defrauded with his fake Trump University. Meh. Who cares, huh?

What is wrong with people? Is this a qualified sitting President? One who rode the backs of the White Supremacists, Evangelicals and uneducated Whites into office (now there’s an interesting mix…or are they so different? Hmm…).

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#SoCS: My Men

There is a man in my life I love dearly but he has me blocked off everywhere. Ironically, it’s because of my last SoCS post. I have found out some news; some wonderful, exciting, thrilling news and I want more than anything to have this man open the doors of communication again.

There’s a man in my life whom I don’t know where we’re headed. We care about each other. I’ve kept our relationship very private and it’s gone on for a long time now. He’s witty and egotistical. Enduring and exasperating. I’m sure I am worse;)

There’s a man in my life I’ve always known. I will never meet his standards or have his approval and the heart-break of that cannot be articulated. This man and I bump heads on almost everything. If I block him for a while, he is nice but it doesn’t last. He talks to me in a way he relates to no one else, disrespects me, uses me as his trashcan. I am just as mean, I’m sure.

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Scrambled eggs, tortillas, and salsa

This left me speechless in that raw, horrified, dead way. Do not miss out on it.



Mike was sentenced to fifty years to life for stealing $200 from a convenience store.  Mike was a Jehovah’s witness.  Mike was my cellee.  And Mike was sick.

When I first moved into the cell with Mike, I wasn’t sure what to think.  He was old, at least he looked it.  He walked with a cane and slept with a CPAP strapped to his face.  Other than his apnea, Mike didn’t really know what was wrong with him and the prison doctors certainly didn’t know either.  What he did know was that it was getting progressively harder for him to walk each day.

When I moved in, Mike had already been waiting six months for the “emergency” transfer he so desperately needed which would house him in a medical facility where he might get better treatment. A bed had been made available at a medical prison a few months earlier…

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National Love Your Pet Day

Yesterday, instead of focusing on #NotMyPresident‘s Day, I did something non-hateful and spent some time enjoying National Love Your Pet Day. I posed for some super-lovey-dovey pics with #hillarythecat and encouraged others to send me their snap shots of themselves and their pets.




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Dear Hillary

You told us we needed a champion in the White House. We still do. You promised you would fight for us if we fought for you. We NEED you to fight now; to dare to compete.

In 2004, I was part of a group that pushed for you to be president but you were not ready to run. I was only age 21. In 2008, after it became clear your primary victory wouldn’t be a shoo in, I had invested years and yeas in my education, earning two BAs, an MA and was in my last year of law school, but I dropped my semester to run around the country for your campaign.

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Yes, I had a first this last 2 weeks: the worst migraine I’ve ever had in my life. It went on for 3 days crippling me, making me as useless as the Trump transition team. When it was finally over, a day later another came on and I went to the doctor who gave me a shot and some relief for a little while. Now I am going daily to the doctor for shots for migraines because I am terrified for this country.


They have already declared war on me and every other woman in this country and I’ll have you know I declare war back. That’s right. I believe in equality and if I have to hack at patriarchy one person at a time I’ll do so. I’m one Nasty Feminist.

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