Hello readers! While my biggest passion is for music, I've been writing, drawing, and creating since I could crawl. I hope my stories inspire hope, courage, strength, tenacity, humility and laughter in my readers. Join me on this journey!
Respecting Your Neighbors...
The Dixie Chicks perform a song on YouTube called, "White Trash Wedding" [YouTube]. It's off their sixth studio album - "Home" [Google]. As the videoclip opens, you hear three women sing in JOY, UNISON, and for me, TRUTH... "You can't afford... no... ring..."
What I Remember on September 11th 2001...
The skies really WERE a shade of clear blue on September 11th, 2001. At the time, I lived in Homewood, IL. 60430. I was eleven years old.
"HONOR THY FATHER"
The roads were empty the other day - early in the morning - in Crown Point, IN. There WAS an older white lady, with a vest walking. I told Roxy, "Don't you bark at her, girl! She's a NICE lady! Our neighbor!"
Mental Health - and Poverty - in Crown Point.
The plastic handles of the dark garbage bag full of "Hand-Me-Down "Panic-Clothes" slung taught behind my shoulders. Twisting and digging into the knots that regularly torment me, as my palms grew sweaty from the heat... walking to the local Goodwill here in Crown Point, Indiana, one recent summer day.
It's A Dog's Life!
It was a hot, humid, drizzly day in Indiana, earlier this July. One of my friends I had attended school with for what seems like forever - who ended up being the lead guitarist and vocalist for a successful, up-and-coming South Suburban Chicagoland band called OUTDrejas [outdrejas.com]. - was getting married! My older sibling was invited. That meant I had to mind the pets of the household.
"The Epitome of Generativity"
Integrating a socially awkward, severely traumatized, mentally-ill young woman, and her older cat, Nitty - with a passion for the arts ANYWHERE - especially from "The Heights" of Heaven into this Post-Pandemic World we ALL now find ourselves in - while crossing over the border, with the help of my family and friends from the South Suburban Chicagoland area into the Northwestern Indiana region - or Northeastern Indiana, in you prefer - I have to think FAST. But slow down and be aware.
Walking the Dog in an Interdependent & Independent-Minded State!
Welcome to Northwest Indiana, says Roxy, who loyally panted by my side after a long and winding stroll down our new “hood”. Her older sister, Nitty, rested in the other room – always on-call. Today, the dog walked VERY WELL, in this “new” Northwestern Indiana territory. Remember, she’s from the Caribbean, and has ALLERGIES. I’m from the South Chicagoland Area, mentally ill, and came with an elderly cat with ongoing FOOD desires. You’ll learn WHY people LOVE their dogs here, and the OBLIGATIONS of ALL PET/ANIMAL SUPPORTERS out there to BE RESPONSIBLE PET OWNERS by BEING KIND AND MINDFUL! As you should be to yourself!
There ARE beaches in Northwest Indiana. Lake Michigan is the ocean of the Midwest. It climbs upward north, along the eastern border of Wisconsin, where it then reaches around it's namesake state, Michigan, and feeds into Lake Huron, like a glove, on it's eastern border. It then crawls further north, narrowly crossing the our norther neighbor's border by streaming into, and along with, Lake Huron, at Sault Ste. Marie, Canada. It also dips down south, along the eastern border of northern Illinois, highlighting the best of the "City of Big Shoulders", Chicago. A tiny portion dips eastward into Northwest Indiana, as well. There's even a town named, "Michigan City" in Indiana. [Google Maps.]