Women: I want to go for a run.
Society: You can’t go alone. You’ll get raped.
Women: I want to walk to my car in the parking garage.
Society: Alone? You better get someone to escort you, or you’ll get raped.
Women: I want to live alone.
Society: You need a gun, an alarm system, a dog and probably a gun for the dog too.
Women: What about going to the park?
Society: Dangerous.
Women: Okay, I’ll just go out for a drink then.
Society: Don’t take your eyes off your drink. Watch out for predators spiking your drinks. Stay alert at all times.
Women: I was raped.
Society: Are you sure? That just seems impossible.
The older I get, the more I believe happiness lives in the ordinary. Pets. Plants. A quiet morning coffee. Blue sky. Cotton clouds. Birds singing. The gentle breeze through the trees. A clean, cosy house. Good food. Good hearted simple poeple. So much of life’s beauty is quiet, gentle, and already here. And somehow, one of the sweetest feelings is knowing I get to wake up and meet it all again tomorrow.
Like other Buc-ee’s locations, the Ohio store will be open 24 hours a day, seven days a week. And it will be mammoth – 74,000 square feet inside, with 120 gas pumps and 700 parking spaces. https://t.co/uf8IF6VOo2
I will not sit idly as they use me as a prop in a closed-door kangaroo court by a Republican Party running scared. If they want answers, let’s stop the games & do this the right way: in a public hearing, where the American people can see for themselves what this is really about.
I have called for the full release of the Epstein files. I have provided a sworn statement of what I know. And just this week, I’ve agreed to appear in person before the committee. But it’s still not enough for Republicans on the House Oversight Committee.
Someone once told me, “everyone comes into a relationship with baggage. You will either trip over each other’s bags or you will unpack them together,” and that hit me hard.
Because none of us arrive healed, untouched, or perfectly put together. We come with stories, scars, habits, fears, and lessons shaped by everything we’ve survived. Some people pretend they don’t have baggage, but that usually just means it’s stuffed away, leaking into the relationship in unhealthy ways.
The right person doesn’t shame you for what you carry. They don’t rush you, minimize your pain, or get frustrated when healing takes time. They sit down with you. They ask questions. They listen. They hold space. They help you unpack, piece by piece, even when it’s messy, even when it takes longer than expected.
And it goes both ways. Love isn’t about avoiding each other’s wounds. It’s about choosing patience over judgment, understanding over defensiveness, and teamwork over blame. It’s about saying, “We both have baggage, but we don’t have to let it trip us up. We can face it together.”
That’s what real partnership looks like. Not perfection. Not pretending. But two people willing to unpack, heal, and grow side by side.
Forget a break up, have you ever met a person you had a brief but insane connection with and then the universe was like oops wait sorry that wasn't actually supposed to happen.
@DTheKingpin I remember reading that the 30% on the extreme right and extreme left (15% each) comprise 60 or 70% of political social media posts. Most of us are not in the extremes but they’re the loudest.
Dear @MitchellAirport, currently having a horrible accessibility experience managing luggage with my arm in a sling yet being unable to find any help! 😭😡
Ohioans with disabilities cannot get the care and support they need because of the unprecedented workforce shortage of skilled Direct Support Professionals caused by extremely low wages.
Show Your Support for the Ohio Disability Crisis Campaign! https://t.co/9OLT2cQ0N5