Fuck You and Your Simple Ass

Guest Blogger  All ya'll simple, handkerchief head, funky-breath, sell-out, booty clinchin', holes of ass that think the girl being flung like a dingy wife beater at a pick up game was deserving can suck loose shit from a straw and die! We got rebel flag waving, third-grade level reading, squinty-eyed, slimy…

What Happens in Dallas, Leaves Dallas

This is why...we need our own schools. We need Freedom Schools again. We need schools that educate our children about themselves and schools that exercise the freedom to push our children to their highest potential, just as every other ethnic group has. Educating and empowering children is a constant focus…

Morning Praise

Because  I was reminded by a friend to Rise. Praise. Stretch. Cleanse. Nourish. Produce. Praise. Rest. Repeat. I'm honored to praise You and glorify Your Name. Thank You for this new day. I'm thankful to have the chance to be a vessel for You once again. I thank You for…

It Can Happen in an Instant

My five-month-old son swallowed a grape whole today. Twelve minutes of restricted breathing felt like a brief lifetime slipping away in my arms. Every tragic scenario imaginable played previews in my mind as I swung him upside down, forcing my finger down his throat and beating him in the back…

Ticking Clock

The end is near, and I'm not ready. April 30th marks my husband's last day working for the company. We have one month afterwards to leave before the police come knocking. Singapore does not allow foreigners to just live here without a commercial purpose that benefits the country in some way. Basically,…

Freedom Papers

The Beginning of the End  January marked nine years that my husband has worked for the same company.  I think he got a watch or something. Nine is his favorite number; his number of completion. He called it a sign, a confirmation. For the past few years, he's contemplated walking…