I"m back.
I have spent the last four months in a Covid-19 cautionary self-isolation. The runaway virus and my decision came one day before launching #whenibecamefree 2020 On the Road. Limy fe happens and with that, so do bullshit hurdles. We're used to that around here.
The kids (young adults) in this house have been on layoff since the end of March. The five of us getting along just fine, despite all of living life within these walls on Vegas casino time.
The animals are happy campers. At first they didn't know what was going on - by the end of week two they were walking around in a confused state. They soon realized what was occurring was exactly what they have always been dreaming about - non stop attention and with five people in the house, a steady stream of human food.
We have long discussions about current events - and I think I've apologized to them at least two dozen times now for leaving them a world we all created. We fucking flunked.
My fingers still swell and ache from autoimmune issues out of control. I am in constant pain but with everything that is unraveling I either need to spew it here or implode, prior to Covid-Hell, to do videos and podcasts, but that is just not who I am. I don't want to be remembered for my face nor a rambling audio, as a survivor of many things, I need my voice heard through the words of my soul, my experience gained by the path my feet have walked, along with my constant pursuit for truth and the justice every single survivor of abuse deserves and is entitled to own.
Now - expect typos. Expect ramblings and expect to hear a progressive voice who understands we all have to reside on this planet together, while we work to make a better tomorrow for all of our children.
In addition to current events I will also be debuting a little project I am working on in documenting areas where there are unmarked slave graves. How I got on that path is a story all of it's own - one that started searching out my father's family from Germany, while holding my breath, that I would find out my worry there was a Nazi Storm Trooper in there somewhere. Since I was a little girl I always felt like there's a reason why the lessons I've learned have come after so much trauma - somehow it was away to make amends for their sins.What I did find out was quite the opposite and for that story I am still digging.
Tomorrow we will take a good look at Jeffrey Epstein and the domino effect of those crimes.
Til then....I've got some digging to do.
I have spent the last four months in a Covid-19 cautionary self-isolation. The runaway virus and my decision came one day before launching #whenibecamefree 2020 On the Road. Limy fe happens and with that, so do bullshit hurdles. We're used to that around here.
The kids (young adults) in this house have been on layoff since the end of March. The five of us getting along just fine, despite all of living life within these walls on Vegas casino time.The animals are happy campers. At first they didn't know what was going on - by the end of week two they were walking around in a confused state. They soon realized what was occurring was exactly what they have always been dreaming about - non stop attention and with five people in the house, a steady stream of human food.
We have long discussions about current events - and I think I've apologized to them at least two dozen times now for leaving them a world we all created. We fucking flunked.
My fingers still swell and ache from autoimmune issues out of control. I am in constant pain but with everything that is unraveling I either need to spew it here or implode, prior to Covid-Hell, to do videos and podcasts, but that is just not who I am. I don't want to be remembered for my face nor a rambling audio, as a survivor of many things, I need my voice heard through the words of my soul, my experience gained by the path my feet have walked, along with my constant pursuit for truth and the justice every single survivor of abuse deserves and is entitled to own.
Now - expect typos. Expect ramblings and expect to hear a progressive voice who understands we all have to reside on this planet together, while we work to make a better tomorrow for all of our children.
In addition to current events I will also be debuting a little project I am working on in documenting areas where there are unmarked slave graves. How I got on that path is a story all of it's own - one that started searching out my father's family from Germany, while holding my breath, that I would find out my worry there was a Nazi Storm Trooper in there somewhere. Since I was a little girl I always felt like there's a reason why the lessons I've learned have come after so much trauma - somehow it was away to make amends for their sins.What I did find out was quite the opposite and for that story I am still digging.
Tomorrow we will take a good look at Jeffrey Epstein and the domino effect of those crimes.
Til then....I've got some digging to do.
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