If any of my followers live in the Northwest Arkansas Area, we are going to have a rally at 5pm this coming Monday at the Wilson Park Pavilion in Fayetteville to show our support for the Affordable Care Act.
Planned Parenthood and other health organizations are going to be there to talk about how…
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops, Weakened by my soulful cries?
Does my haughtiness offend you? Don’t you take it awful hard ‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines Diggin’ in my own backyard.
You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I’ve got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame I rise Up from a past that’s rooted in pain I rise I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise.
The most tragic #tornadostory that I have heard is one that an Old One recently told to me…it was about a mama and two sisters alone on the farm…storm was a comin’…they got to the cellar on time and then Little Sister, she was about 6 years old, realized that she had left her coat…it was #Fall goin on #Winter…#Big Sister said “I will go to the house with you”…Old One says that at the time a coat (goin’ into winter) was life or death…and the storm was just a comin’…but not quite there….the two girls left for the house…#twosisters…and then it was too late…the tornado lifted their spare bodies into the air and dropped them dead…as their mama crouched in the cellar…this is as the Old One told me…his wife’s sister was the mama…#Ozarks #Ozark Mountains #Arkansas
The easiest way to get from one state to another is, obviously, by taking an interstate highway. But interstates suuuuuuuck.
On this trip, whenever I would be pressed for time, or if I had a long drive ahead of me, I’d just take the interstate — usually I-40, since it runs from coast to coast. But whenever I had the time, I’d hop off the interstate and take the scenic route because there is some country-ass country to see out there. (I’d like to also take this time to thank the Google maps app for the iPhone, without which I wouldn’t have been able to do any of this. I’m just happy I didn’t have to learn how to read a real map like some goddamn pilgrim.)
As I was driving through Arkansas heading toward Oklahoma, I got fed up driving on the I-40 because it was boring and I hate all other cars. I got off the freeway and tried taking a scenic route down some country road. That road turned into Highway 23. Google maps informed me that I could take Highway 23 for quite a distance, and it would get me where I needed to go. Terrific, I thought.
Well, apparently, Highway 23 runs through the Ozark national forest. I had, unknowingly, just agreed to drive through the Ozark mountains. And I was so fucking psyched to do it.
The route was absolutely gorgeous. Plus, there were no other cars on the road. That drive on Highway 23 through the Ozarks is exactly what I pictured in my mind whenever I would fantasize about this road trip. Being out in nature, no other cars in sight, alone with my thoughts. And just think that if I hadn’t taken a chance and strayed off the beaten path, I wouldn’t have been able to do any of that. THERE’S A LIFE LESSON IN THERE, EVERYBODY.
It was all great. So, so great. Until I had to pee.