This isn’t about lashes.It’s about entitlement colliding with boundaries — and the expectation that people affected by state violence should still provide comfort and service to those who support it.Source & analysis: Parkrose Permaculture A woman walks into an eyelash appointment in Minnesota expecting service — not scrutiny, not debate, not consequences. She leaves furious, filming, and later broadcasts the name and workplace of a lash technician with an immigrant husband to an audience she knows is hostile.

Featured video: Trump’s ICE Just Met Their Match As The Black Panthers ReturnSource: Occupy Democrats and The David Reddish Show The video circulating right now — “Trump’s ICE Just Met Their Match As The Black Panthers Return” — is provocative by design. Armed figures. Raised voices. A warning directed at a federal agency many Americans no longer trust.

ALT: a bear standing in front of a mountain with the words thinking of you

A government turning inward. A people refusing to look away. There are moments in a country’s life when everything stops feeling theoretical.When danger shifts from something you read about to something you feel in your bones.When the line between “unthinkable” and “here” dissolves. This is one of those moments. I came across a video last night — shared by…

A Moment I Felt Loved: The Day I Learned to Love Myself Good morning, and welcome—whether you’ve been part of this community for a while or you’re visiting CherryCoBiz for the very first time. Today’s writing prompt asks: Can you share a positive example of where you’ve felt loved? I’ve shared many stories of being loved by others—especially my beloved Little Grandma Rose, whose warmth I honored in…

A Reverb Reflection on Manufactured Traditions, Manufactured Outrage, and the Algorithm That Loves Them There’s a particular kind of confidence that comes from speaking loudly while saying very little. And few internet personalities embody this more fully than Pearl Davis — a woman whose rise in the “Manosphere” relies more on outrage algorithms than on substance, knowledge, or lived experience.

Content Note: This satirical piece references recent incidents of violence involving ICE. No graphic details are discussed. The ICE Reassignment Program™: A Modest Proposal for Mr. Soros Because America’s most heavy-handed agents deserve a gentler calling — and our communities deserve safety, not fear. Dear Mr. Soros, I know you’re a busy man — funding global cabals, destabilizing empires, and apparently cutting checks for every progressive activist in the universe except me — but I’ve come with a business proposal I think you’ll appreciate.

Screenshot from Keith Edwards’ video, Kristi Noem’s Makeover Just Broke the Internet.A worthwhile watch — she’s not the only problem in it. Kristi, Let me start with something you no longer seem able to recognize: honesty. This letter isn’t about your latest makeover or whichever iteration of your face you chose to debut online this week. That’s the distraction you hide behind — the gloss you smear over the truth of who you are.

At fifty, I’ve realized that life is less a straight line and more a collection of things I’ve lost and things I’ve somehow managed to carry. Most of what I owned at twenty is long gone—surrendered to moves, divorce, and the chaos of growing up. But one tiny relic, no bigger than a finger, seems to have its own internal compass.

I haven’t been ignoring what’s happening in the world.And I certainly haven’t been living under a rock. I’ve been angry for months. Some of the most consequential foreign-policy moves in recent memory unfolded while my site was under construction and my attention had to be pulled elsewhere. The writing I should have been publishing was happening in real time — just not in public.

Content Note: This essay discusses mental illness, addiction, family estrangement, and generational trauma. Please read with care. On schizoaffective disorder, systemic failure, and the long road from rage to clarity The question sounds simple until you apply it to real life. What could you do differently? Not to a recipe.Not to a career decision. But to mental illness.To addiction.

My Mission Is Not a Destination If I had to name my mission, I would say this:it is always evolving. I don’t believe a mission has a fixed endpoint. Mine certainly doesn’t. It shifts as I shift, grows as I grow, and responds to the world as it unfolds around me. What stays constant is not what I do, but…

Today is December 31st.New Year’s Eve. And yesterday was my birthday. December 30th — a day that lives in the in-between. After the rush of Christmas, before the shimmer of the New Year. A day that often gets softened, blurred, or skipped over entirely. For most of my life, that’s exactly how my birthday felt too. But this year feels different.

Do You Spend More Time Thinking About the Past or the Future? I used to live in the past. Not in a loud or dramatic way—more like a quiet return, again and again, to familiar rooms of memory. I didn’t always realize I was doing it. It felt natural. Comfortable, even. The past had a weight to it, but it was a weight I understood.

What Are My Biggest Challenges? It’s 11:22 as I sit down to write this — and that feels worth noticing. Not because it’s mystical or predictive, but because it invites a pause. A moment to breathe before moving forward. I’ve always noticed patterns like that, not as signs to follow, but as gentle reminders to be present. And right now, presence feels important.

How Am I Creative? (A Writing Prompt, A Window, and an Invitation) If you were to look through the window of my creativity today, you wouldn’t see a perfectly curated studio or a single, polished art form. You’d see movement — ideas in motion, stories unfolding, and an open door inviting you to step inside. One of the ways I express creativity today is deceptively simple:

Daily writing prompt What positive events have taken place in your life over the past year? View all responses When WordPress asks, “What positive events have taken place in your life over the past year?” my instinct is to laugh. Like… this year? The year of collective endurance, political chaos, loss, recovery, and plot twists no one ordered? Okay. Let’s talk.