So, I’m a softhearted fool that feeds the local cat population because why not? It’s not their fault someone set their great-whatevers outside without any kind of spay/neuter program in mind first. And I’ve slowly gained the trust of quite a few of the colony, especially three in particular: Zee (an orange kitten), Patches (a calico), and Smokey (grey tabby).
Everyone writes about women you need to know in the STEM world-which is a worthy place, but not necessarily a place for all women. Personally, I suck at STEM-related fields, especially in things like code-writing and back-end. While my Photoshop skills are improving (a HD camera app will do that), tech is not really a place for me.
And sometimes it feels like the world doesn’t really represent people like me, the quiet observer who scribbles words down to create a story or narrative. I’m a very proud book nerd. I enjoy diving deep into historical research and finding little bits of facts that create a quilt of facts, figures, and experiences between then and now. I’m definitely someone who enjoys art, even if I suck at it sometimes, because it’s a nice release.
I’m the average Liberal Arts/Humanities student.
Today marks the 50th anniversary of Bloody Sunday in Selma, Alabama. I don’t use quotation marks on purpose. Quotations other, makes the act seem debatable. And the actions, the treatment of American citizens remain anything but important.
“Rather than creating conditions conducive to the spread of even more inhumane brutality, we must work for peaceful solutions whenever possible and seek with others to end hostilities expeditiously, rather than letting then fester indefinitely as has been done of late.”
Pretty thought-provoking analysis on the breakdown of the federal government and the lack of ideological communication. A change in responsibility tactic is necessary in the current era. We’re not in post-WWII anymore, nor are we isolated. The world is truly global with instant chatter and the internet hides little. Transparency and responsibility are key when attempting to act as a leader among nations.
Recently, President Obama presented Congress with a proposed new Authorization of Use of Military Force (AUMF) for military action against ISIS. Actions taken to date in this war have fallen loosely under the broad authorization granted by Congress in the wake of the terrorist attacks of 9/11/01, which has been used to cover the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq. A new authorization is long overdue, as is a more limited scope of operations than was been permitted under the original document, which has been open-ended enough to permit the longest continuous military engagement in the history of the United States.
Constitutionally, Congress is given the responsibility of Declaring War, the conduct of which is overseen by the President in his role of Commander-in-Chief of the Armed Forces. Congress has increasingly neglected its duties in this regard since its last official Declaration of War at the US entrance into World War…
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This is so damn important as a person suffering with depression…and diabetes. I try to never use my diabetes as a crutch, even less with my depression, but it’s a scary void. A void I melted into just this weekend. And I was even luckier that my alma mater never tossed me away like a piece of trash. Just…read this. It’s very important.
TW: talk of suicide
Imagine this: a student living in a university residence contacts his Residence Life don. He has fallen and injured himself, and there is blood everywhere. He is afraid he might die. He needs help.
Surely in this scenario the don would seek immediate assistance for the student. They would bring him to a clinic or perhaps a hospital. Once the student had recovered, they would welcome him back to residence – maybe even put up a banner or throw a little party.
Certainly the student would not be asked to leave the residence.
Yet recently when a similar situation happened at Acadia University in Wolfville, Nova Scotia, the student in question, Blake Robert, was told to pack his bags and get out.
The difference is that in the real-life version of this story, Robert wasn’t physically sick or injured. Instead, he was depressed and struggling with suicidal ideation. After reaching out to…
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Bless you, Georgia Power!
Last night around 12:30, my power went out after flicking for a good 6 hours. Stayed out until 9:30 this morning. I was briefly amused when it flickered on at 8, then fell away. Didn’t trust my luck so I went back to sleep when the power came back. Keeping warm just to make sure I was gonna stay warm.
Living in the south, you think it won’t get cold. That’s a lie. It does.
We missed the snow in this area, thankfully, but the weather is just now above freezing. Icicles are falling off power lines and houses, but hanging onto the trees. It’s been a strange Tuesday to start.
Also never realize how important little space heaters are until they no longer work.
Right now, my neighbor’s cat is enjoying sharing my bed since it’s cold inside and outside my house. He’s an outdoor that she’s trying to turn into an indoor when she moves out of this area so I watch the little guy occasionally. Now he’s finally gonna rest and go back to sleep after a lot of meowing at me to let him back out.
Living in a working class neighborhood all my life, this is normal. You look after each other’s important life elements when they run errands. Be it pets, kids, or even a broken down car for sale. You help each other out.
For now, it’s cold and I’m going to curl up under my covers again. My rented house is drafty and with cold temps, the inside drops quite a bit, too. And I’ll enjoy my day curled up with a cat on my bed-the first time in a long time that I’ve been able to do that.
Maybe the kitten I’m taming will let me curl up with her before spring. I hope she made it through this okay. I’ll find out later, I’m sure. She enjoys meat, so I give her a tiny portion of mine whenever I’m making food. I set some aside for her yesterday, just in case. She’s always down for some yummy treats.
Title: Settling In
The breeze cooled against my damp, still slick skin. With the city water lines busted along the corner of Main and Might, showering was a luxury—didn’t stop the little zing of pleasure down my spine.
I looked over the porch rail, smiling at the flowers blooming along the edges. Nothing felt quite as good as coming home after a long day at work. Of curling up on the swing, watching the world go by. Waving at Diana as she passed by with Bulldog Bill, I opened a book.
Home was where the heart was.
Written for the Friday Fictioneers, where you write up a story in a 100 words words or less based on a prompt. This week was the balcony/porch. Inspired? Don’t forget to check out the prompt yourself. Curious? Go see what inspired others.