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Donate to Andi's Legal Battle for Her Son's Well-being, organized by Andi Cumbo-Floyd My name is Andi, and I'm a single mom who has half-time custody of my am… Andi Cumbo-Floyd needs your support for Andi's Legal Battle for Her Son's Well-being

I rarely post mutual aid requests (never know what is legitimate online)…

But this one is from a good friend of mine from the real life word. As a fellow mom of an AuDHD kid, I know how important meds are for a kid’s success in life.

Please consider helping a single mom and a great kid!

Under Constuction Remember the early days of the internet? Back when everyone and their brother had a Geocities site and at least 3/4 of them (I’m guessing) were simply pages saying some form of “under construction.…

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Here Hi all… I’m here. I mean… more or less. Life has yet again hit the overwhelming chaos of yet another changing season. Again the school year winds down. Final exams. Graduations. People moving home.…

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48… it’s not too bad…

40Plus Bluesky tap in with a pic

All Are Welcome “What do you mean anyone who needs help should be allowed in our country? Don’t you know we’d be overrun by people who were leeching all our resources. Would you let just anyone like that into your…

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Sickness and Health I have been unable to keep a full time job for over two decades due to various “invisible” chronic illnesses. I have been fighting to prove this to a judge for over five years. I have just been den…

Where I am gut-level honest about my health, chronic illness, and the state of governmental and medical support…

Raging Against the World Due to situations that have presented themselves recently. I’m pretty ragey inside lately. I had a good friend defend the bullying nature of our president. I’ve had my use of the word “trauma” in a…

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Deconstruction This Is an unholy CelebrationOf our culture’s degradation One boulder at a time Wrecking our foundationDisintegration of integrity Vitality, health, and constitution As structures ripped away Repea…

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My texts are always open. 💕

NEW BOOK RELEASE and news update! I’m excited to announce that Vicky’s newest book, Found Among the Stars, a sci-fi romance is being released from Wild Rose Press! Order TODAY during the Pre-Order Blitz! (Jan 22, 2025) Join the Aut…

New release from my mother-in-law! @vickyburkholder.bsky.social

I’m with you for sure!

SAD Times Let’s get real; January is a HARD month. Holidays are over and life resumes routine without the fanfare — and whether you find this to be a good thing or a bad thing or both, it’s still an adjustme…

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On Losing My Voice One of my biggest pet peeves is being talked over, interrupted, or unheard. This applies to being talked on top of, or of being minimized for what I’ve said, or being completely ignored or forgotte…

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Burdensome I feel it tonight. The weight of the burden of my heart and my emotions. It scares and overwhelms me.  The weight of the anger, resentment, bitterness, rage.  The weight of grief, sorrow,…

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On Women’s Intuition and Silence Surrounded by photos of ancestors and loved ones gone before, we chatted on sacred spaces and creating that “temenos” for ourselves — a place to retreat from the world and find sa…

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Gratitude ***Content Warning: suicide and loss*** It’s the night before Thanksgiving and as I sit here writing, my amazing hubby is in the kitchen making the house smell wonderful while he preps things for t…

So… I wrote this thing. It’s about a conversation a year ago and the stuff that’s happened since then. I swear I’m growing. (CW: suicide, loss, grief)

Spelling the Patriarchy Got together with a friend the other day and we spent some time on our craft and had some much needed tea talk and cookies while the snow fell outside. It was cozy and warm and the house looked and…

Spelling the Patriarchy - on craft and spelling and how to face our world as a woman…

Some days are still hard Sometimes I find my myself missing you out of the blue… RIP my friend. I’m still here, like I said I would be… Anyway (This Time)This time last yearI worried too muchAbout what I’d buy youFor Chris…

More poetry…

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Dangerous Words I’ve not shared much the past month or so. I’ve been writing, but not posting. There are many reasons for this: I’m too busy… I forgot that I have a blog… I don’t think people will care… I don’t wa…

On dangerous words… and a return to poetry

I Will Never Forget Who We Were ***CW: tragedy, death, 9/11, politics I saw this on Facebook today. And I thought, “Yeah! For real! Let’s do that!” And then I stopped and said, “What does this even mean? Who were we on 9-12?” I know...

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Holding Space for Grace My love is written in the sky… ***CW: suicide prevention, mental illness Today is World Suicide Prevention Day. And as anyone who knows me a little bit can tell you, I have feelings on this. Strong on...

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The Wake of Columbine ***content warning: gun violence*** I was 22 when the infamous Columbine massacre occurred. In my early days of teaching. Fresh out of college, and working in a school library where we would put news ...

The Wake of Columbine

***content warning: gun violence and mass shootings

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Summer’s Gone… Almost… (and Time Marches On) I haven’t updated here for a while. It’s been an insanely busy couple of months filled with travel and surgeries and redecorating and supporting artists and rediscovering family history. I have been s...

Summer’s Gone… Almost… (and Time Marches On) I haven’t updated here for a while. It’s been an insanely busy couple of months filled with travel and surgeries and redecorating and supporting … jacksvalentine47.wordpress.com/2024/08/08/s...

Here We Go Again I hear the comments, as June 1 rolls around and rainbows start appearing everywhere: “This? Again? Haven’t we done this enough already?!? Everyone is very aware of the gays. I’m fine with whatever the...

Happy Pride!

Here’s why we do this every year…

May Our Stories Bring Rest This weekend is Memorial Day and the “official start of summer” in the US. College kids are home from their final exams. Graduates of various levels will send announcements and celebrate with parties....

This weekend is Memorial Day and the “official start of summer” in the US. College kids are home from their final exams. Graduates of various levels …

The Elephant In the Room Ok, it’s not an elephant, it’s a bear, and everyone is talking about it. Tired of it yet? I kind of am, but here I am talking about it anyway. Trying to put my own spin on the issue. If you’ve some ho...

The Elephant In the Room:

Ok, it’s not an elephant, it’s a bear, and everyone is talking about it. Tired of it yet? I kind of am, but…

The Chaos of Story and Sleep Deprivation My writing has been sporadic here lately. My life has been like that in general though — full of life and appointments and errands and visits with people and ultimately realizing and coming to terms w...

The Chaos of Story and Sleep Deprivation

“My writing has been sporadic here lately. My life has been like that in general though…”

I should probably write something at some point

A Thank You to the Geese *** Post Content Warning: death and grief *** It was a solemn momentThe releasing of ashesAllowing her soul to swimWith flower petals and holy waterOn a blanket held by stringWe let her go and she flo...

A Thank You to the Geese *** Post Content Warning: death and grief ***

Dancing With Her Dancing in the darkness She dances in meIn the middle of the nightIn all her delightReflecting pale moonlightHer soul shines so brightShe dances in me To songs of the pastThrough emotions that lastAs ...

Poetry for today