The World is on Fire!   

I am not THE representative of the groups of which I am a part.  I cannot grant permission or exculpation, and would not if I could.  But, I am black, I am a woman, I am disabled, I have miraculously made it to my 60’s, I am tired, I am broke, and I am a survivor of all kinds of shit.  

That all has meaning and some educational value.

I am a person with opinions.  They are strong opinions influenced by my education, life experiences, observations, familial ties and relationships.  I am ‘blessed’ to have friends of every hue, from every class, with all kinds of abilities, who assert different gender identities and adhere to varied religious traditions and belief systems (or none at all).  I have lived in several different parts of this country.  I have travelled abroad.  Oh – and I don’t speak English only.

  I am more than happy to tell you what I think.  You may not agree.  In fact, you may be angered; you may feel confronted; you may experience significant discomfort.  But I, a living, breathing human, am willing to tackle those difficult questions from a place of truth – my truth – and, hopefully, a place of love. 

  I desperately want to be a person of profound caring and compassion, awash with lovingkindness; however, lately, it seems that everything aggravates me. Is it just me? I have what I call ‘rage episodes’ - moments when I am so overwhelmed that my anger seems to leak out, often on those who are guilty of nothing more than doing their jobs. Every time I have a medical appointment, my encounter with the front office staff feels like a foray into a combat zone; my too frequent interactions with customer service representatives serve as exercises in futility and frustration. In the last couple of years, I have experienced surges of ‘road rage’, something with which I was previously completely unfamiliar. I become someone unknown to myself. I HATE her – this bitch I become. Journaling hasn’t helped, perhaps because it is inherently an inward journey. Talking with people, including quality mental health professionals is hit or miss. What helps the most is getting it out of me. So this page is my "take" on everything.