Writing this post the night after the massacre in Uvalde, Texas. Where babies were killed by an evil man with an AK-15. I’m angry. Why have we decided to focus on all the wrong things?
This March was the two year mark of the pandemic, and for the past couple of weeks I’ve been hearing a lot of people reminisce of what they were doing during or before the shutdown. What they felt, what they thought it was,
As my sunny blue skies turned muggy and cloudy because of the current fires in Northern and Central California, I’ve come to the realization that we cannot ignore this much longer. We, as in the collective WE are not okay. We are so far from okay, we’ve pretty much pitched a tent in fucked up land at this point.
Today is Indigenous People’s Day, and for the first time ever it resonates with me.…
I just finished reading Naomi Klein’s “On Fire: The (Burning) Case for a Green New Deal” and I can’t help but feel an urgency to help save our planet. I can’t help but get angry at the fact that we have not yet made the Green New Deal a reality. I hate the fact that people still do not realize as Greta has told us many times “our house is on fire!” I’m in California, so that should really scare us.