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Prisoners of War From the War on Drugs

Prisoners of War From the War on Drugs

A few weeks ago, my husband and I tried to watch a movie called American Violet. We knew that controversy was laced all through the movie, what we didn’t expect was how it would leave us feeling. We didn’t get further than 30 minutes in the movie when we turned it off. We vowed to come back to it when we calmed down. My husband was upset and I had that strangest feeling in the pit of my stomach that made me think: this could have been my story–anyone’s story. Because of that movie, I have been thinking about the war on drugs and what it really means for every day people such as ourselves. Are we really protected by our neighborhoods, or community standings? Does this war only affect people living in impoverished areas, or does it affect the suburbs as well? I asked myself these questions when writing this piece, and found the results disturbing. Regina Kelly In November 2000, Regina Kelly, single mother of 4, was arrested during a drug sweep based upon the word of an informant. She was at her place of work when her arrest took place. 24 at the time, and knowing she was innocent of the charges, she put her faith into the court appointed lawyer, who didn’t appear to really care about her case. Instead, her court appointed lawyer urged her to plead guilty. Her lawyer also told her that if she went to trial, she could be facing 5-99 years behind bars if found guilty. She did not plead guilty. Kelly’s bail was set for $70,000. Her parents managed...

Consumed With Thoughts

I have a feeling that next week is going to be a very busy week for me. There are so many issues I want to talk about, that I know it’s going to take me some time to get it all sorted. It’s so hard not to write about things that are consuming you. For example, if you experienced a tragic event, you can’t write about sunshine and roses. All you can think about is that event. But to answer your question–nope, I didn’t go through a tragic event, but my mind has been opened to so many social things at the moment. My inspiration cup is full to the brim, and I need to get some posts out before I’m consumed. So, here are just some ideas of what you can expect from me in very near future (in no particular order): • Continuation of Awakening My Parental Consciences A while ago, I mentioned that I was reading a book, called Unconditional Parenting. I have so many opinions about this book, and honestly how this book was received when I first mentioned it a few weeks ago (You can read it here). It has taken some time, but I have gone through this book more than once, and made my notes (feels like college again), and I’m ready to share it with you. • Prisoners of War from the War on Drugs This is a long-standing war that was launched by Nixon at the end of the Vietnam War. While it sounds like a legit war, in all honesty, there is corruption and destroyed lives that are left...
Sunday Prayer: Happy Thoughts

Sunday Prayer: Happy Thoughts

Dear Lord, I’ll start with something positive this week. Thank you for naps. The fact that I get to collect my thoughts in the middle of the day is awesome, but do you really have to take them away soon? Speaking of naps, Lord, why am I tempted with my bed for me to nap? When I give in to the urge, I only get to rest 10 minutes at a time. Why 10 minutes? Well someone apparently can’t part from me longer than ten minutes. Even now as I write this, my daughter is yelling my name in out apartment–it’s been 6 minutes so far. Most people cannot nap under those conditions (me being one of them). Okay Lord, something positive again–I’m trying. Ooh I know! Thank you for allowing me to finish the laundry for the week. The hamper is no longer empty, but it was empty for a day, that’s a change. Usually Lord, I’m behind and washing multiple loads until I get it done. Of course it would be quicker if we had a dryer, but that is something that we don’t need at this time. Thank you for opening my eyes, and having me see the things that I do have, versus the things that I want. When it all comes down to it, if I can live without it, I don’t need it. Last, but not least, thank you for the weekends. It may really last one day (since everyone knows the weekend is over Saturday evenings), but weekends are days where we get to spend time in each other’s company (while each...
Sunday Prayer: Growing Pains

Sunday Prayer: Growing Pains

Dear Lord, Why do I feel my joints now and not when I was younger? I won’t ask to feel like new because I did break this body in, but after a walking a long time I should be feeling great, not my hips. Okay, I’ll concede Lord, you didn’t tell me to walk with her for several miles in my arms, nor did you tell me to leave the stroller at home. I just figured that I’ll be carrying the stroller AND my daughter so why not just pick one to complain about. Since we’re on the subject, it would be nice to bounce back quickly like I did when I was younger. It would make it easier to catch up to my daughter. Okay, so I won’t complain too much. We did have fun before I was in pain, and my daughter did go to sleep at 6pm because she enjoyed herself. That did allow me to have 4 hours to myself before I went to sleep. Thank you for not letting me go stir crazy. Also, thanks for allowing me to pass out when my head finally hit the pillow. I also want to thank you for common sense. I decided to make sure my family ate an early dinner before heading home (so no guilt here). Despite the pain, I’m looking forward to do it again. I’ll ask my trainer to step up her game so next time I’ll be ready....
Sunday Prayer: Remember

Sunday Prayer: Remember

Dear Lord, It has been ten years to the date, and as a nation we have not healed. Let us reflect on these events and not take the lives that were lost in vain. Please give us strength to be strong to stand up and speak out when someone is being wronged. Instead of us being divided because of nationality or creed, let us try to put all those differences aside and mourn together. But lord, let us not forget to celebrate. We can morn the loss of life, but let us not forget the life that was lived. As this somber Sunday comes to a close, let us all not forget what truly matters....
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