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Trump This

I am part of the next generation to take their leave on this earth. Yes the baby boomers. Some of my friends have already left. I was in first grade when JFK was shot, I remember the day clearly as if it was yesterday. We were sent home from school. I was scared. It was the first time in my short life I seen my father cry. We sat in front of the TV as a family and my parents cried and held hands. I have voted every year from the age I was old enough to cast my opinion. My father taught me that this was my right and I should never give it up. Our Presidents that were elected were not always who I cast my vote for. But my respect for them was intact as I was taught. I was raised in a home with no prejudice, no bigotry. My mother was brilliant and held two jobs and put her self through college. My father was a construction worker and taught me to be strong and proud. The respect he held for women was life altering for me. In a world that degraded women and held them back, my father told me not to let anyone slow me down. He said women were smarter than men and that's why men held them back, they were afraid. I was thrown out of Junior High for dancing with my best friend, who happened to have a different color on his skin than mine was. My mother marched down to the school and threw a fit. Demanding I be put back in school and that the principle mind his own business as to who my friends were. When he refused my mother sent the LA Times after him, she worked at the paper. The principle was so embarrassed at the attention he promptly placed me and Charlie back in school. He never bothered us again. I remember the days of riots on campus and the hate over a skin color. This has never made much sense to me. It only shows how ignorant humans are, that we have the audacity to believe were are better than another human being is incredible. I remember reading President Obama's memoir, the one he wrote himself, four years before he became President. It was a beautiful story about a man who loves his country. What he shared was inspiring and I remember wishing he would run for President. He did not too long after I read his book. President Obama brought love and unity to the election. Whether you were voting for him or not it was a beautiful thing to be part of. He was refreshing and honest, he held his integrity in place at all times. As did Presidents before him. It was change finally, and we as Americans stood up and chose change. We chose love over bigotry, we chose unity over hate. I wondered at times why President Obama did not speak out of certain injustices, then I remembered my father telling me when a man has no control over what is happening it is better if he holds his integrity in tact instead of letting his anger take over his mouth. I have never spoken to politics much, it has always been private beliefs for me. I read a lot and do the best I can to find answers. This is at times terrifying. Our America has done many injustices, even in our own country to our people. As we are so blatantly doing it as I write this to the "Native" Americans. But I was still always proud to be an American. This year has changed me. For the first time in my life I am ashamed of my Country. We have let America become a laughing embarrassment with our election, not to mention our President elect. It shows our hate and bigotry with blazing anger. And it is getting stronger and more outspoken every day. We as a nation are really going to stand by and let this hateful, bigot, misogynistic person who has no integrity, does not speak for the majority and does not deserve to be in the White House speak for all of us? I am heart broken. I search for the words to tell my grandchildren how this is anywhere near acceptable. I was taught to hold the President in a place of respect and honor. Donald Trump brings nothing but vile to where I hold him. I am searching for something to hold on to and I know in my heart that my beliefs of respecting my President have crumbled and I will stand up and show my grandchildren that. I try not to be the judgemental fool who believes she is better than others. I do my best not to act out of hate. I have never been a bigot. I have never insulted someone for being a different skin color, their choice of who they love or in anyway different than me. I have never looked down on anyone because they had less than I did or for where they came from. These things are not mine to judge and do not need judging, they are personal beliefs and circumstances that are matter of fact. Why would anyone judge them? I am not a narcissistic maniac who thrives on hate. I want unity and love in my country. I do not believe America is broken, I believe it is trying to be better than what we have been. I believe Donald Trump is four steps back toward hell. The Truth, Donald Trump will never be my American President.
The Big Mouth Bass

Going Home - California

Every now and then I feel a deep need inside to run home to California. The air there is magical! I breathe it in and feel revived, new again. After several days I find the strength to go back to my life of working and struggling uphill against negativity, judgement and the dark energy that suffocates me in the place I reside.
California is the closest place to heaven I have experienced. Not because it is my home but the energy that it holds. It heals and renews, brings happiness and calm. California, land of something beautiful this side of heaven...

STAND - GIVEAWAY

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The Big Mouth is Out!

It only took four years since the first Journals was published to get the second one out. After a total break down to get here it has finally arrived!

I have spent the past six years believing I would never breathe again without feeling like my heart would burst into a million tiny pieces.
There is life with a broken heart! Life brings you new love, new meaning, new beginnings! I am not the same person I was yesterday and tomorrow I won't be the same person I am today! Nothing stays the same.
I started telling Gary my childhood stories when he was in Chemo. After a few months he looked up at me, while I was telling him another outrageous adventure of The Big Mouth Bass, and asked me where my pencil was! What? My Pencil; I asked? Gary smiled and said; wife write a kids book!
Journals of The Big Mouth Bass has not been easy for me to finish. Although they were mostly done and ready to edit after two years in Chemo, they sat waiting for me for quite some time. After I lost Gary I managed to get Book 1 out but then life got ugly. Two years living on a boat another two in hell and two more climbing out of the hell to make the decision to live.
It takes finding the kid inside to write a kids book. Six years of being broken my kid was ready to play!

So Gary, the love of my life, Journals of The Big Mouth Bass is here again not knowing when to shut up!
Living takes Courage I have to look for it some days.
Most days all I have to do is look at all my blessings...
Grandkids! Kids! Books! Tea! Frodo and Daisy! LOVE!
I Love You Forever Gary Williamson!

A correction in light!

I have commented more than once about Gary's battle with cancer. I would like to correct my words. It was not a battle and Gary did not lose anything. Everyone on earth has an exit point and how we leave has little to do with how we lived. Gary never lost anything, not a battle with cancer, not his hope, not his charming witty spirit. Gary left this earth with a smile on his face and the gift of being able to say goodbye to the people he loved. Not many of us get that privilege. He was, I believe ready to jump out of the body that no longer cooperated with his life force. Gary was an inspiration to me, not only in life but at his exit point. He expected us all to go on and keep loving while we are here. Gary was light in the face of fear and he will be remembered for that among many other things. He led his life with Grace and Dignity and he left this world the same unwavering way.

So to cancer; it is never a battle lost, it is just an exit to a new adventure!

I LOVE YOU FOREVER!

READING WITH THE BIG MOUTH BASS!

I have a new radio show I would like to invite you all to listen in. It is a reading show for kids, to promote literacy in children. The show airs Sunday evenings at 7:00pm California time. You can listen live at http://tunein.com/radio/Sonoma-Sun-FM...

email- thebigmouthbass@yahoo.com with request, book recommendations or music requests.

We are having a contest for a free copy of JOURNALS OF THE BIG MOUTH BASS, Keeping Secrets, if you send in your nick name for us to share on the air.

Join us Sunday Evenings for music, announcements and reading on READING WITH THE BIG MOUTH BASS.

Journals of The Big Mouth Bass, Promises Can Ruin Your Life

I have made a vow to publish the second book of the series by late summer. I miss writing, I miss the book fairs and all the excitiment. Can't wait to get back into it all!

The New Year

Here it is the new year and I seem to be stuck in 2010 waiting for life to come back to me. I breathe, I get out of bed most days and go about daily duties. But to live looks much different than just existing. To live is beautiful! It is a place where you share your beauty and enjoy the love that surrounds you. This I have not done for three years now. I watch as love passes me by believing I will never love again. My heart has broken and I wonder if it will ever mend. I miss living but I am not sure how to get back to it. This dark place I have let myself slip into engulfs me. I have stopped living and mearly breathe.

To honor the love I have been given on this earth I need to live once again. He has left this earth but his love will be with me forever. I don't know what lies ahead but it cannot be as dark as the place I have existed for the last three years. My family waits for me, paitently, sometimes not. My grandchildren love me and I want to feel that love again. I want to feel the sun on my face and laugh deep in my gut. I want to hold my children and feel their warmth. I know this is the way to honor a memory of that love you have been given but I have lost my way.

Show me the way back to life. Show me the sun, the beauty, the love I have left behind in my grief.

Faith is sometimes lost when life hurts to deeply. I still believe in you, in your love. Let me find my way back to your light and back to the living.

This I ask for my New Year. This I will do on my own, this I will do because you loved me, this I will do because I want to live!

The Big Mouth Bass goes to NEW YORK!!

Tomorrow I will turn fifty-five. My brother Dell and his wife Julia thought it was a great idea for me to visit The Big Apple with them. So off we went! I didn't even hesitate when they asked me to go, which is so not like me. I was shocked at my reply but still I packed as quick as I could. We made our first road trip to The Hamptons which is the place I dreamed of living for a very long time. It is beautiful but I'm not sure it's the beach for me. We seen downtown and road the subway. Yikes! We seen harlam and Central Park. I ate pizza, bagels, hot dogs, ox tail and drank more wine in a week than I imagined I ever could.

On our last day in New York my sister Julia took me to a part of the city that is directly related to her. It was a part of New York you never read about in travel magazines or anywhere else for that matter. It's popular amoung the jamacian people for a good reason, it's Jamaica Street. I stuffed my face with spicy food that was so wonderful it made my body beg for more. We danced to beautiful music in the streets and took in the smells of ancient oils. The people are warm and full of life which shows in their eyes. The shopping colorful! What an adventure... I will be forever grateful to Julia for sharing this part of her with me.
So if you are in New York and are looking for something of an adventure outside the travel box, visit Jamaica Street. If your a whimp like me, make sure you take along some tums...Journals of the Big Mouth Bass: Keeping Secrets: Book One

The Big Mouth Bass

My new adventure is already on the move...
The Big Mouth Bass will be on air in early May with Lifetime TV. The morning show, The Balancing Act will interview The Big Mouth Bass... CAN'T WAIT.