In the course of being an author, there have been some little habits which I can understand would remain dear to me as a simple person fighting mental battles, financial battles, and relationship battles and feeling like a failure most of the time.

But I keep trying to change them. And it is no skin off my nose or anyone else’s if I don’t change them, so I won’t change them.

And I guess I’m here to say: I don’t believe all those quips about failures most of the time. But at least I am smiling, laughing in my heart even, at my young-old self tonight.

The above quote is from the previous article. Let me tell you all something: those who are the strongest in faithful service wherever life is being lived; probably had a mother and father.

I have watched my population section (anyone I had an honest, nice visit with in almost 60 years)—I have watched you evolve to where having multiple parents and half-siblings is something you view as part of your “good life”, and that concept is amazing to me considering what else life serves you up with which to deal.

(Smile. There now. See? It doesn’t take much to refuse to end that last paragraph sentence without a dangling preposition.)

Let’s get this straight: Dad and Mom were protecting my brother and I from cigarette smoking in public school bathrooms and drug/sex dealers around Middle Schools to put us in Private, Protestant Schools.

Christian Schools were asked to take super-recalcitrant teens in their midst back in my days inn the late 70’s, and since my mother was a “monitor” for a Baptist School — which gave me the ability to go to “Christian School” no different than homeschooling which my partner and I provided scrupulously for our children — (they waived my tuition) :

I ended up with a girl from the rough district getting mad at my mother and making sure she peed in the girl’s bathroom and put the scarf of my coat in there so the janitor had to fish it out.

I think my brother was dead at that point for you see, I was in 9th grade when he dropped dead — I was 14, he was 17, and my mourning looked strange. I was made to feel like mourning overmuch was a sin.

Yes, victimization of the victim is real, and it comes in all shapes and sizes. I think one real key to success among so many people that at least I see—is to choose to not be embarrassed each day.

Life is funny, tragic, full of crying, full of laughter, and everything in between! Just fart accidentally among a bunch of church-raised people in a Conference Room at work.

Let’s see the Series you would get just from a good, ripe fart from that fast food burger last night………..

Oh they (Christian elders and pastors and their stuck-up wives) put up with me. But that isn’t the point. I cannot begin to share with anyone the effects of shame induction upon a Righteous Girl. Who is a Righteous Girl to Cara Coffey of the ministry of UNM?

The Trans who went to the restroom with me at one of my primary places of ministry, and the Girl I was at age 14 who shrugged her shoulders and just kept loving everyone while appreciating the janitor and having empathy for The Girl who met me with her frustrations at the World and what it always does to Us.

I have been jealous of so many of you for years, why? I admit it at home and refuse to live in jealousy….do you? Because there are always generalities of freedom to be jealous of if you are me.

The Hippie Movement generally-speaking tells us a story of freedom. Drugs. Alcohol. Good music. Let me ask the industries: how good is the music when you had to be high on cocaine to make it?

How truly free is a society, This 50 States, which makes kids pop Ritalin to sit overlong in chairs to prepare for a college education that will put them in debt the rest of their lives?

What you want is the Mother to come home, the father to have that college education and be the leader.

How’s that paradigm working for ya in the Federal Government?

KK I think I made my point. Young People: the choice is real. Are you going to enter the drug- and sex- infested rat race or not?

I cry inside as an older person to rip this thing apart. But rest assured, you have me in your communities and you are just as special serving my coffee as you are on Wall Street keeping this outdated, vicious society running for the sake of what?

#FORtheCHILDREN.

Love,

#SorceressTara.

My feature image are outside at the hose. I hurriedly took Baby Puppy outside by 6:15 AM—she kept her pee pads clean overnight and she deserved to be respected so I jumped up and grabbed her.

Last night, my able-bodied, smart Daughter did some of my work in the kitchen while I had deep cleaned the main bathroom and kept some laundry going—and mopping the floor was a part of her work before she went to work this early morning.

Guess who stepped in her puppy’s poo with grass mixed in and walked all over clean floors, not quite awake.

Just guess.

Okay, fart nice and loud, smile, and keep moving Luvs.

Let’s kick the fuck outta the politics of this nation. Let’s bring democracy back and step in puppy poo again, all at once, no matter who we are.

How much we don’t make as far as monetary gain—to supposedly set aside in different Funds and to pay for something else they want us to pay for is always going to be a reality in our lives. We are We.

Smile.