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Eighty Years Later, We’re Still Pretending We Don’t Like the Big Red Button
In Nagasaki today, the air was thick with solemnity, speeches, and the unshakable human tendency to swear off dangerous toys while keeping them polished and ready in the basement. The city marked the 80th anniversary of the atomic bombing—a moment that forever seared itself into the world’s conscience—by calling for nuclear disarmament. Politicians, dignitaries, survivors,
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Ken Paxton vs. The Great Texas Hide-and-Seek Championships
Some states have political disagreements. Others have lawsuits. Texas, however, prefers its disputes served with an extra-large glass of iced tea, a dash of high drama, and a courtroom appearance that smells faintly of barbecue smoke and contempt of decorum. The latest entry into this Lone Star political rodeo? Attorney General Ken Paxton’s lawsuit to
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Exclusive Sneak Peek: Chapter 29 of Cinderfella: Glass Slipper Half-Full That I’m Very Proud Of
Glass Slippers, Half-Full and Holding If you’ve been here long enough, you know I don’t birth a chapter into the world unless it’s been through at least one rewrite, one panic spiral, and one “maybe I’ll just fake my own death instead” moment. This one? It’s been rewritten five times. Five full passes of ripping
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When the Bear Meets the Eagle in a Walmart Parking Lot: Trump, Putin, and the Art of the Ceasefire
On August 15th, President Trump will meet Vladimir Putin in the most geopolitically neutral ground imaginable: Alaska. Not Geneva, not Vienna—Alaska. A location that says, “We could’ve done this at the G7, but we were both craving a halibut sandwich.”
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The Small Town Gayby Chronicles: Surviving, Healing, and Telling the Truth Out Loud
See All My Books Here | Amazon Author Page There’s a certain kind of story you only live if the world tries to erase you from the moment you can speak. And if you survive it, you either bury it so deep it rots you from the inside—or you put it on paper so nobody
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The 7% American Dream
Mortgage rates are now brushing 7%, and the experts—those same people who didn’t see 2008 coming, who told us crypto was the future, and who still insist kale is delicious—are saying the days of historic lows are “probably over.” Translation: welcome to your forever rent. Seven percent doesn’t sound like much until you remember that
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From the ER to Elder Care: How My Career Inspired Sunset on Cloud Nine
Read Sunset on Cloud Nine here | Visit my Amazon Author Page Before I ever wrote Sunset on Cloud Nine, I lived it. I started my nursing career in the chaos of the Emergency Room — the kind of place where “normal” means treating a gunshot victim while a drunk guy in the next bay
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Mayhem’s Leading Lady: Gaga (Again) Sweeps the VMAs with 12 Noms
Lady Gaga didn’t just walk into the 2025 MTV Video Music Awards—she airlifted herself in on a chrome disco ball, shredded the red carpet with diamond-tread platform boots, and took the lead with a record-breaking twelve nominations. She’s not playing the game. She is the game. And this year, the VMAs aren’t even pretending otherwise.
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Fast Food, Faster Judgments, and the Full-Time Hustle of Love
There’s something mildly dystopian and wildly romantic about the fact that Matthew and I have become part-time food couriers in a town where Texas Roadhouse still considers itself haute cuisine. Uber Eats. DoorDash. Roadside therapy with a side of queso. When he got to Abilene, we knew we wanted time together. And we knew we
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Bootylicious but Make It Denim: Beyoncé Reinvents the Levi’s Ad and Possibly Capitalism
Somewhere between a biblical soft launch and a Y2K fever dream, Beyoncé has risen again—this time not in a sequined bodysuit or Renaissance tour disco horse, but in a pair of Levi’s. And not just any Levi’s, mind you. Beyoncé doesn’t “just” wear jeans. She manifests them. She anoints them. She places her cosmic behind