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Break Ups

When do break ups get easier? Why is it easier for men to forget but we women hold on to all the memories, the sweet banter exchanges, the romantic looks, the annoying habits, and so much more.  I still have the parking ticket from the beach we went to 4 years ago while we were on our first away vacation. It was so nice so romantic.... Why does it hurt that someone you loved so much and thought you couldn't live without suddenly turns out to be someone so different. Was it another façade? Another fake love story made up in your head "fairy taled," Yes I am going through a break up or that's what I think it is. Love really is so over rated it is so fucked up. They don't make men like they used back in the day. The Cary Grant and Gone with the Wind love stories no longer exist. I pass by an old couple watch as they walk hand in hand and always wonder will I ever find that kind of love. Clearly it's not looking too hot. At 35 almost 36 I should stop dreaming. My
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Democracy failed

I can’t believe what is happening in our capital today. I am embarrassed by the acts of these cowardly ingrates. Today the very foundation of what this nation has been built on has been destroyed. Our democracy is in peril, it has been for many months, but today was the icing on the cake. We have a president that continues to incite hate. These protestors are destroying our capital and attacking our police because of him. I wonder if he will be held accountable?? I doubt it. Also, I thought Blue lives matter?? What happened to that??   I think the worse was when I saw an ingrate standing in the seat of the Speaker of the house.   The likes of Gorge Washington, Thomas Jefferson, RBG, and John Lewis would be saddened by todays images.  We are no longer a first world.   The world is laughing at us. We are an unstable nation who is now prey to destabilization and possible attack.   This is the perfect setting for nations like Russia and China.   Why wouldn’t they take a hit at a country wh

I'm back!

Hello friends! It has been awhile. A friend recently reminded me of my blog . He said I should get back to writing, he enjoyed my stories.  I used to love blogging and then life happened; family expectations, a career, and so much more. And yet..maybe I am lying a little.  Blogging reminds me of my old life, the one stained with pain that I have tried my best to forget.  My psyche has done a pretty good job in conquering the art of filing the past away deep into the embers of my mind.  The human mind is truly a mystery isn't it?  A lot has happened since my hiatus. Where should I start?  Politics has been fabulous and yes I know that sounds like an understatement.  Should we discuss the shitstorm that politicians like Trump and Boris have put us in? In our lifetimes will we see more screwed up leaders the likes of them? I pray we don't because I don't think the next generation will be able to handle it. And now unfortunately this pandemic which seems to be getting worse tha

International Women's Day: A Tribute To The Yazidi Women

Today is International Women’s Day. Last year I focused on women as a whole and spoke of the hardships some of us endure from single parenthood to dying in war torn nations. But this year I want to focus on the women, the girls, the prisoners of war, who are being treated like objects and are being sold into slavery and treated as sex slaves. These girls and women are being raped countless times every day and are giving birth to babies at young ages and dying during childbirth. These victims of sex slavery are not only traumatized physically but also emotionally. When, if they are released from their imprisonments’, they are not able to speak to their families of what really happened to them, rape, because if they do they’ll be cast away from their families because of their family honor. These women are told that being raped by a man or men is acceptable within Islam, this is false information. These women are the thousands and hundreds of thousands of Yazidi women who have been

My Dreams

I've been very silent these last few weeks, almost as if I am a new person, not the same as I have been this last year.  I wonder to myself lately whether or not this means I am healing because as they say "time heals all wounds." Or am I just running from my past by putting it aside and forcing myself to run, to run to a universe much different to the one I'm living in....I'm not sure... Lately I've been having a lot of dreams, for the first time in years I've been remembering little snippets of these dreams.  They are mostly of my past life, of my husband, of my first love, and of my childhood memories.  Maybe this is the way I'm coping with my past, by remembering all of these painful memories in my sleep.  Maybe my mind has latched on to which remedy is best for my heart, It's almost less painful when I dream of my husband because I can't feel that gut wrenching feeling of a blade cutting through my veins.  I don't know how I've m

My Path

This afternoon as I was driving down the open fields of the long winding country road behind my house I was captivated by the icy green fields extending over miles and the glistening long river that ran through the fields.  I felt care free and at home surrounded by such beauty.  I suddenly realized how I had an endless list of possibilities ahead.  I thought of the journey I had ahead and the years of solitude I would have once I had done my job of being a mother.  But I did not want to sit in a quiet room sipping cups of tea and watching telly. I always knew that my life had a different purpose.  I wanted to be a voice for the voiceless in countries extending farther than the west.  I wanted to be centered right in the middle of a conflict and be a walking stick for the ones who had no one standing up for them.  My need to help people and my love for caring and giving kindness to others and being ever so forgiving is no longer a curse to me as I have always thought, because the voic

Sesames

Last night as I drove through the busy lit roads looking at the bright evening sky with the wind blowing in my face I thought of you.  I thought of you and wondered where you were, what you were doing, what you were thinking, and if, just if, there were any ifs in your mind......On nights like this I feel like the skies above me feel my sorrow and yet somehow I feel free..maybe its because I feel one when immersed in such beauty or maybe because it's those times that I can be true to myself and you...who knows..but I still hear the voices and questions in my head, the minute I'm alone or lying in bed or when I open my eyes to the bright specks of sunlight streaming through my curtains and the innocent singing of the mockingbird outside my bedroom window, I hear them, it's as if with your exit came a new companion for me, my own companionship, my twin who always lived in my subconscious but far from haunting me, now she haunts me every day with her continuous questions....Wh