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Conversations From the Road ā Women Have To Think First
Yesterday in a comment thread on a Facebook post, which blew up because two different guys took my joking-comment way too seriously, one of them came right out and said I hated men. I replied that I didnāt hate men, just men who think theyāre the smartest people in the room when in reality theyāre the dumbest. Boom. Shut that asshole down. If that hadnāt worked I would have used this old gemā¦
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Conversations From the Road ā Grateful for the Calm
This morning as I was on the road, on the quiet streets and highways before the city woke up, I had a thought: Iām grateful for the calm. Because right now as I write this, there is a coup going on right here in the United States of America. Itās not a flash-in-the-pan, quick-shock one like what was attempted on January 6, 2021. Itās a slightly slower, overwhelm and sound like they know whatā¦
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Conversations From the Road ā Hate Is a Stupid Emotion
The title of todayās piece here is from a thought Iāve had the last few mornings Iāve been on the road (Iām an Uber driver and I do the early-early run as I call it from about 3am until about 9-10am). From 3am till about 7am itās pitch-dark and thereās not a lot of traffic on the road but most of the time these days a lot of hard, powerful emotions come to the surface. But I wouldnāt classify anyā¦
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Conversations From the Road ā Itās Not My Security
Two days ago, the English singer Marianne Faithfull died at the age of 78. In 1979, after years of heroin addiction, she released a comeback album called āBroken Englishā, a fiery, haunting record with her rough voice leading the way. Two lines from the chorus to the title crack have come to my mind as I watch whatās happening in Washington DC, the purge and effective takeover of the Unitedā¦
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Conversations From the Road ā None
The day before yesterday, I asked a question here on my blog (click to read here): How many people have to suffer for you and why? Today, Iām going to answer my own question with just one word: None. Yes, I said ānoneā, meaning not one single person on this planet has to suffer for me. Why? Because even those who are evil, people without conscience, empathy, compassion, people who are notā¦
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Conversations From the Road ā Writing By Instinct
I started my Substack page today as I decided Iām not waiting any longer. I mean, yesterday I posted the question that Iāve been so scared to ask for so many years, āHow many people have to suffer for you and why?ā and the response has beenā¦ well, nothing. No angry emails or DMās or people telling me to go to hell or anything like that. I mean, I could just still be pissing into the wind here andā¦
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Conversations From the Road ā How Many People Have to Suffer and Why?
This morning on Facebook I posted something that Iāve hesitated to say for years, and have had actual anxiety spirals over for years, including one just yesterday. It was in response to a post about one of Trumpās Executive Orders that has eliminated funding for cancer research. This was my response to that: Dear Trump Voters, How many people have to suffer for you and why? Iāve been terrifiedā¦
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Conversations From the Road ā An Existential Moment
Selfish, self-centered, cold, unemotional bitch When it comes to insults and lies about me, Iāve pretty much heard it all in my fifty years on this floating blue rock of a planet. And yet Iām still standing. Why? Because in the end, my life is for me. My work, my writing, my very existence is determined by me and only me. Most of all, I donāt make people āuncomfortableā. Anyone who has everā¦
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Conversations From the Road ā Wild Cards
A āwild cardā comes from the game of poker when a card, such a two of hearts for example, is called out as a āwild cardā, meaning that card can be used to substitute for another card if needed to play a hand. Itās like if you used your wild card to fill out a straight, or a flush, or a full house in a hand of poker. In life, wild cards are what I call things that are in play but we donāt knowā¦
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Dirty Thoughts and Stories ā Pump and Dump
Iām writing this piece under my āDirty Thoughts and Storiesā banner though it does start out more as an āUber Taleā but due to the, shall we say, slightly raunchy nature of the story, itās here. In fact, I think I might set up a space online under the heading of āUber Tales After Darkā for raunchier material like this. Driving an Uber at three oāclock in the morning can be an interesting time,ā¦
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Conversations From the Road ā Where Do We Go From Here?
News just came down this afternoon that Special Counsel Jack Smith has resigned from the United States Department of Justice. He turned in his final reports last week and his resignation was effective yesterday. One report should see the light of day but whether or not the other one will remains to be seen. But in reality, these reports could be leaked online in full, Mr. Smith could sit down forā¦
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Conversations From the Road ā Working With, Not Against
Yesterday, I saw this response to the question, how did you know your partner was āthe oneā?: When you have a partner who works with you, and not against you, the whole world opens up. I feel this applies not just to romantic relationships, but to all relationships in life. Because why would you want to be with someone who works against you and not with you? And working with someone isnāt justā¦
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Conversations From the Road ā A Commitment to Myself
Yesterday I said Iād committed myself to yet another writing project and Iām going to fulfill that commitment. But I asked myself why I still feel fear at doing something like that and the answer came to me today: Fear of humiliating myself. Which I then told myself is a fear I really donāt have anymore. Yes, I used to be completely and totally scared shitless about doing something because if Iā¦
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Conversations From the Road ā Now You Know
One of the biggest things that has always held me back is revealing that Iām both loud and quiet, meaning I like things that are loud, and I like things that are quiet. Now some people say this shouldnāt be a problem for me or anyone else like me but in reality, it is a problem for some people. But for the people who donāt like me when Iām loud, or quiet, and not just one all the time, fuckā¦
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Conversations From the Road ā The Thrill of a Good Book
I was feeling like crap for a while today- gray and chilly-icky outside which made my joints hurt, allergies still kicking my ass as they always do, and I started my period today. But once my head cleared, I sat in front of my laptop as it did a file cleanup (yeah, it slows down and then does this file clean-up thing that can take a while). So I pulled out my charged-up Kindle and finished theā¦
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Conversations From the Road ā On the Road Again
This morning I was on the road a little after three a.m. (yes, I do up that early most days, and have now for the last couple of years or so) and by daybreak, I had been from one end of the city, and county. Best of all though, and best of every morning Iām on the road, is I got to see the sunrise. I love the way the sky changes color from jet-black, to dark blue, then the colors of light, red,ā¦
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Conversations From the Road ā 2024: Crawling Out of the Wreckage
If I had to sum up this past year, itās when I truly realized Iām still crawling out of the wreckage like so many other people. Hereās why: If I had to sum up 2024 itās that the ending really sucks. I started out the year with tentative hope, rode one hell of a wave of hope for one-hundred days, then saw that hope shit all over by every single Trump voter in this country. No, Iām notā¦
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