school lady, packing heat

i'm not going to get into the "guns don't kill people; people kill people" argument. for now, i have no investment in debating who should & should not [be allowed to] own guns.

all i want to do is expose the human psyche's worst enemy: itself.

hype for someone else

i would never have reached this point, overcome all that i have, & become stronger along the way were it not for those who bless me simply by being in my life.  one of those people? my brother, gj beatty.

this is gj & me, nearly 33 years ago, after my baptism

sorry, every other little sister in the world; i'm sure your blessed, but i have the best big brother. ever.

Soft Kitty + Pete Townshend + Beggin Strips = a Merry Christmas

only took me 30+ years to figure myself out. my Christmas-self, i mean. i have been wrestling with the holiday season for some time now, & at its 2012 start, i thought i was going to avoid the difficult grappling. finally. Christmas wasn't going to be hard. Christmas was going to be great. it wasn't just going to be happy; it was going to be happy, happy, happy. i even dared to think it was going to reach the heretofore unheard of Ren & Stimpy levels of happy, happy, joy, joy.

silly me.