Hey guys I ask that you treat this article respectfully. This is to raise awareness of the ongoing issue we have in our country.

It’s not just love. We say, “Be kind to everyone!” But also, “Look out for yourself because nobody else will.” So which is it? Be a saint or be a shark? Kids are trying to solve an emotional Rubik’s Cube we handed them, each side painted a different color of mixed messages.

This article is about clearly stating health and safety in the world. There should be clear objectives and better regulations. Things are good in the world depending on your location.

So if family feuds for everybody what does Steve wilkos for? Only the elite are they the ones who only matter?

Introduction Let’s get real: Who’s going to bend over for the CIA first—the sheriff or the cartel? Car-tell me why, or did I stutter? In this episode of “CSI: Can’t Solve It,” we’ve got missing officers, a command center full of chaos, and a cast of characters who flop harder than a tuna out of water. If you thought law enforcement was all about order, buckle up—because this is more like a clown car at a shrimp rodeo.

In that exchange, I learned a profound lesson. The man on the corner held a fire that burned bright beneath the ashes of despair; it simply needed the spark of recognition and compassion from fellow human beings to reignite. Whether that spark came from a warm drink or a simple meal, it mattered that the fire continued to glow, that we acknowledged the lives beyond our own, that we saw the humanity in those deemed invisible by society. The battle against indifference was a shared responsibility; within that fight lay the most profound expression of humanity, the courage to see and acknowledge the struggles of others, and the willingness to extend a hand, however small, to help them navigate the darkness. The true measure of a society was not its wealth or its power, but its capacity for empathy and its commitment to ensuring the well-being of all its citizens, especially those who were most vulnerable and forgotten.

Cops vs. Cartel: Two Sides of the Same Shady Coin (Or: Why Colonel Mustard Keeps Her Butter Knife Handy at All Times)

Sometimes I Worry About This Country: Colonel Mustard’s Prayerful Perspective (Or: Why My Knees Are Sore for All the Wrong Reasons)

When the Badge Gets Tarnished: Colonel Mustard’s Guide to Calling Out Domestic Violence (Or: Why Kindergarteners with Gold Stars Are Scarier Than Some Cops)

Butter Knives and Brick Walls: Why Some Politicians Shouldn’t Even Be Allowed Near Toast (A Political Reality Check with Colonel Mustard)

How to Avoid Being on the Next Episode of Snapped (A Common Sense Survival Guide from Colonel Mustard and Her Trusty Butter Knife)

A poem of longing for a love greater than you feel you could ever deserve. The wanting and need for something more knowing you'll never have it.

Don’t ask questions, but question everything. A 2 part story about one of my first memories as a Paramedic many years ago.

This is to anyone who doesnt need to be fixed, because they were never assembled.I sometimes feel out of place and some days its hard not to feel isolated in social circumstances so I wrote this.

TV personalities and public speakers keep saying “you-man” instead of human—and no one seems to notice. But what happens when language laziness invades the very words meant to convey dignity, ethics, and identity?

Ozempic has been jacking up the headlines as a solution to diabetes but also as a dramatic contribution to contemporary weight loss. Hollywood to your local pharmacy, find out how this now-overshadowed injection is changing bodies and provoking controversy.

I become pregnant by a monster. My life has always been rough around the edges but I’ve always survived. This one thing broke me so bad I’m still walking myself back to the woman I was once.

Another older journal entry I hadn’t gotten around to posting yet. This one is actually about our first date and how it haunts me.

"What happens when your voice has been taken—or silenced for so long you forget how it even sounded? This is the raw beginning of reclaiming it. In this first Soul Stream entry, I share the truth behind spiritual silence, trauma, and healing—and why every voice matters. Especially the ones hidden in the dark. If you've ever felt broken, unseen, or like your story didn’t matter... this is for you."

“Fascist” used to mean something specific. Now it’s flung like glitter in a food fight. What happens when the loudest voices don’t even know the definition?