I’ve kept quiet through all the Trump garbage hurled at Joe Biden. But dragging Barack Obama into this deranged circus with talk of treason and prison? Hell no. That’s not politics — that’s delusion with a bullhorn. And I’ve got something to say about it. I’ve sat through a lot of crap over the years….
In a country where a shivering puppy gets more support than a homeless veteran or a sick child at the border, we need to ask ourselves: what have we become? Trump’s second term has turned cruelty into policy. This isn’t just neglect—it’s moral collapse. If we can rally for dogs, we can fight for people…
I started losing my vision 25 years ago, and life hasn’t looked the same since. But losing sight isn’t just about what you can’t see—it’s about what you still can. Here’s what it’s really like navigating everyday life with blurry eyes, a little sarcasm, and a lot of stubbornness. Tags: vision loss, diabetic retinopathy, glaucoma,…
They say patience is a virtue, but the older I get, the more it feels like a punishment. These days, it’s not just waiting at the 4doctor’s office—it’s everywhere. And I’m tired of pretending it doesn’t drive me nuts. I don’t know when it happened exactly, but somewhere along the line, waiting stopped being mildly…
In America, anyone can call themselves a preacher—no training, no degree, no oversight. Some of the most powerful pulpits are filled by folks with less formal education than your dog groomer. Let’s take a look at who’s educated, who’s faking it, and who’s just winging it in the name of God. Let me just say…
I used to be politically indifferent. My political resume was limited to high school Student Council and what I absorbed from Schoolhouse Rock. I figured politics was just for loud guys in ties arguing on TV. That changed the day I married a man who devoted his life to public service—and showed me what government…
Trump’s “big beautiful bill” isn’t policy—it’s punishment. With $3.3 trillion in giveaways to the rich and a scorched-earth campaign against the poor, sick, and working class, this is America 2025: where billionaires get tax breaks and hungry families get cut off. So here we are again—Donald Trump is back in the White House, and predictably,…
Welcome to America, where facts are optional, fear is currency, and everyone’s one meme away from a meltdown. I wrote this blog not just to vent, but to drag the manipulation machine into the spotlight—where it belongs. If you’ve ever asked, how the hell did we get here?… pull up a chair. You’re not alone….
Some of us handle pain by talking through it. Others keep it close, private, protected. I should have known better. And in one careless moment, I crossed a line—and hurt someone I love. Everyone who knows me knows my life is an open book. Maybe even a little too open sometimes. I process everything—grief, joy,…
On June 14, Donald Trump will throw himself a $45-million military-themed birthday party, paid for by American taxpayers. If you’ve ever wondered what it looks like when a narcissist uses a government like a mirror, this parade is it. Well folks, get ready to wave your tiny plastic flags and clap like trained seals, because…
For decades, I believed Man-O-War Cay was immune to the harshness of the world—a little island of peace and purity surrounded by aqua waters and filled with good people. But after Hurricane Dorian, and now returning to witness the aftermath with my own eyes, I’ve come to understand the heartbreak, the trauma, and the unimaginable…
I don’t usually write fiction—but let’s just say this little tale was inspired by something that happened to me on my first trip to the Bahamas. I was a kid, full of nerves and full of ginger ale, and I may or may not have committed a minor bathroom faux pas that haunted me all…
A return to Man-O-War Cay stirred more than memories—it brought back the voices, the smells, the kindness, and the love that shaped my life. In this deeply personal reflection, I revisit the moments that made this island feel like home, the people who never let me go, and the powerful reminder that what unites us…
After years away, I returned to the island that has always held a sacred place in my heart. What I found was a mix of heartache, healing, and the unshakable spirit of a place that still feels like home. I woke up this morning feeling every bit of the travel from yesterday—tight shoulders, a tender…
Trump wants to reopen Alcatraz for his enemies. I say let’s do it—so long as he’s the first one locked up. Donald Trump wants to reopen Alcatraz. Because of course he does. You can practically hear the theme from The Rock blaring in his head as he slobbers over this latest authoritarian fever dream. He’s…
From the people who already learned the hard way, to those who still think they’re. T his is a blunt warning: Trump’s America doesn’t play favorites, and “this could happen to you” isn’t a threat. It’s a spoiler alert.
I’ve always used humor to cope. It got me through heartbreak, illness, and all the usual crap life throws at you. But ever since Donald Trump hijacked reality and made chaos our new normal, nothing feels funny anymore. The joke’s over—and we’re the punchline. I’ve used humor to survive just about everything life has thrown…
We don’t miss what we never had—until we have it. Whether it’s dishwashers, cleaning help, or flying first class, once you’ve had a taste of life’s little luxuries, good luck going back. A funny, honest look at how we’re forever changed by comfort. I’ve been thinking lately about that old tale of forbidden fruit—not…
Governor Tony Evers did his job—and Trump’s goons threatened him with arrest. If that doesn’t chill you to the bone, you’re not paying attention. Let me say this as plainly as I can: What just happened to Governor Tony Evers is not only outrageous—it’s authoritarian rot, spreading from the Oval Office like mold in a…
My brother died alone in an ambulance in Jamaica after a nine-hour delay. I didn’t know how to help him. Now, I’ll never travel—or let anyone I love travel—without adequate insurance again. There are moments in life that divide everything into before and after. For me, that moment came with a phone call I’ll never…
