We’re at the “Find Out” Part in the “F*ck Around” Game

Nice white boys always win. My husband and I had to go to court yesterday.  In the ongoing saga of dealing with the consequences of my neighbor’s grandson shooting a bullet through my house, the case was heard. It turns out that the boys were shooting at a dilapidated playhouse in the backyard. Our houseContinue reading “We’re at the “Find Out” Part in the “F*ck Around” Game”

Guns Have More Rights than Women in the United States

That’s not hyperbole. Let’s start with a couple of stories: Despite a cautiously protective upbringing, your twelve-year-old daughter develops a confluence of problems, and you don’t know why.  Defiant, distant, and melancholy, she has morphed from the beautiful, joyful, obedient good girl you thought you had into this: a stranger. Instead of trying to figureContinue reading “Guns Have More Rights than Women in the United States”

Guns Are Not Toys

A Poem Guns are not toys. Guns are not fun. Just look at all the harm they have done. My life is a mess. Improving, at best. I have no more demons to confess. Forever impacted By this event protracted. A smudge in my life that should be redacted. I went to prison While youContinue reading “Guns Are Not Toys”

When Gun Violence Hits Too Close to Home

Mass shooting in Richmond, VA The atmosphere today seems just as heavy as the mood here in Richmond, Virginia.  Our skies are hazy and a weird version of dark, and as much as the sun has been desperately trying to show us its light, it’s struggling to break through the smoke from the wildfires inContinue reading “When Gun Violence Hits Too Close to Home”