Did I get your attention with that title? I really don’t have much to say about “Barbie” other than duh. I mean who doesn’t realize the world is in the control of rich white men? Casting Will Ferrell doesn’t really change the fact that men like Ron Desantis and his cohorts want to not only change our history books and keep women barefoot and pregnant, but want to keep guns in the hands of equally irresponsible and angry white men and trans women the target. “Barbie” is fun and all, and the litany of indictments aimed at putting that clear and obvious criminal behind bars is also fun and all, but this is a man’s world. T-man’s rich and not afraid to lie or coerce or slander or destroy for his own gain, so whatever, I am thinking about more immediate last-ditch summer-blowout fun-shine and sun-scapes this week. You too?
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In the Heartland
Storm warnings came in loudly as we skipped out of Ohio, and into Indiana and straight to Illinois. Considered rerouting ourselves but braved the forecast all while the alerts of poor air quality from the wildfires peppered our day.
A Letter to My Younger Self
Dear Younger Self,
There really is no easy way to tell you this, so I’ll just say it, you will have regret. You will step on someone’s toes when you meant to leap over them and yell when you should whisper and wear the wrong thing to the right place. You will dance when you should sit and sit when you should dance. You will hate what is good for you and love what will leave a mark. Your regret list is already a long one, and Act Three is only beginning. But for the most part these are moths or confetti or frosty regrets; trust me, they will not linger forever. Each will cause you to pivot or stumble or need a rest. Afterwards you will rise stronger. Each time. My best advice? Have faith in yourself. 
