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You Can’t Pray the Gay Away, But You Sure Can Expose the Hypocrisy: A Southern Queer Survival Guide

“If your faith requires someone else to suffer, it’s not holy. It’s just dressed‑up cruelty.”

-This Puzzled Life

Light the charcoal. Apparently the courts woke up. Stretched. Sipped their Folgers and said, “Hmm. What if we brought back psychological torture today?” And the conservative Christians said, “YAY! Revival!” Meanwhile, every queer person in the South is standing on their porch like, “Lord, give me strength, patience, and a Xanax the size of a biscuit.”

Down here in Mississippi, we know hypocrisy like we know humidity. It clings. It suffocates. It ruins your hair and your spirit at the same time. And nothing brings out the hypocrisy quite like a ruling that says, “Sure, go ahead and traumatize queer people in the name of Jesus. He won’t mind.” These folks will tell you with a straight face that they’re doing this out of “love.” If that’s love, then I’m a straight man named Bubba who drives a lifted truck and says “bro” every six seconds.

Let’s be honest. This ruling isn’t about saving souls. It’s about controlling bodies. It’s about punishing difference. It’s about making queer people small enough to fit inside their narrow theology and even narrower worldview. And the wildest part? These are the same people who can’t keep their own households together. The same people who preach “traditional marriage” while living like a deleted storyline from a messy reality show. The same people who scream “protect the children!” While ignoring the actual dangers children face like abuse, exploitation, and the youth pastor who keeps volunteering for overnight trips.

But sure. Let’s focus on the gays. Because we’re clearly the problem. Not the pastors who keep getting “relocated.” Not the lawmakers who can’t keep their pants zipped. Not the “family values” influencers who spend more time in hotel rooms than in prayer.

Let me break it down in terms even a conservative uncle can understand. You cannot convert someone out of being gay. You cannot shame someone out of being gay. You cannot therapy someone out of being gay. You cannot “deliverance session” someone out of being gay. Unless the only thing you’re delivering is trauma.

If sexuality were a choice, don’t you think I would’ve chosen something easier? Something with less paperwork? Something that didn’t require me to explain myself at every family gathering like I’m giving a TED Talk in a Cracker Barrel? But no. God made me like this. Curved, colorful, and incapable of pretending otherwise.

You could dangle 45 sets of dangly bits in front of me like a clearance sale at Spencer’s Gifts and I still wouldn’t be straight. But put me in front of some boobs and a cooter cat and suddenly I’m glowing like a porch light in July. That’s not a choice. That’s not a phase. That’s not a “lifestyle.” That’s divine architecture.

If you want to stay in the closet because it feels safer, I get it. But don’t pretend it’s holiness. Don’t pretend it’s righteousness. Don’t pretend it’s “God’s plan.” It’s fear. And fear is the currency of conservative Christianity. I sprinted out of the closet like it was on fire. And I’ve been free ever since. Even with my own family members who weaponize scripture like it’s a Nerf gun filled with shame. I send that mess right back to sender with a smile and a boundary. Chosen family is where the love lives. Chosen family is where the truth lives. Chosen family is where the rainbow was always meant to shine.

Theo rainbow is divine reassurance. It’s God saying, “Relax. I made y’all fabulous on purpose.” No court ruling can change that. No pastor can change that. No conversion therapist with a clipboard and a superiority complex can change that. We are here. We are queer. We are not going anywhere. And we are not apologizing for existing.

So let the smoke rise like a prayer the evangelicals forgot to proofread. Stand tall in your queerness like a magnolia tree that refuses to bow to the storm. Because here’s the truth they don’t want to face. Every time they try to erase us. We multiply. Every time they try to shame us. We shine harder. Every time they try to legislate us out of existence. We become louder, brighter, and more unbothered than ever.

Their hypocrisy is loud. But our joy is louder. Their cruelty is sharp. But our resilience is sharper. Their fear is deep. But our love is deeper. And at the end of the day, when the court rulings fade. When the sermons lose their sting. When the shame campaigns collapse under their own weight. We will still be here laughing. Loving. Living. Thriving. Dancing in the rainbow God hung in the sky as a reminder that storms don’t last forever.

So let them clutch their pearls. Let them scream about “family values.” Let them pretend their closets don’t have motion‑activated lights. We know the truth. You damn sure cannot stop the rainbow from rising. Mic dropped. Floor cracked. Hypocrisy exposed. Amen and pass the sweet tea. Thanks for reading! And Happy Pride year-round. What are your thoughts on this type of ruling?

Affirmation: “My identity is divine. My joy is sacred. And no court, church, or closet can dim the rainbow God put in my soul.”

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Signs, Signs, Everywhere Signs #2

“I use humor the way toddlers use glitter, excessively and without remorse.”

-Unknown

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy, go away. Today is one of my favorite days. It’s the time when I find some comically strange signs and add my own comments. Sometimes I wonder why some signs are even made. Then I look around at some of the people operating motor vehicles and creating children. Instantly I receive my answer. Sit back and enjoy a laugh or a smile. And then I’ll have done my good deed for the day. So, let’s get started.

     Everyone rush out and get as many as you can for that price.

Why does the parachute landing area include someone and their beloved pet taking a walk? I mean, I haven’t confirmed my thoughts with sources yet, but it looks like if someone’s knee hits you, you will hear a loud bang and then break your leg.

WHY? WHY? WHY? Why do people need to heat their tinkle? Like wasn’t it heated when it came out?

Ok. This is the type of math that has always plagued me. So, if you have one and then subtract 10, then one lives. If you have 10 people and then add one more, everyone dies? Maybe this rationale is why I never did well when it came to math reading problems.

At this point, that’s one warning the American people need to heed.

Well now. That sums it all up.

This is about how the compassion from corporate America works.

Like is that the road that leads off a cliff and down the side of a mountain?

Is that advice? Or a law?

I would love to see a police officer in MAGA country try to manage finding everyone that this applies to.

Note to self. Do not try to make friends with the Tapirs at the zoo.

I mean you can if you want. But if you need a reminder, there it is.

And honestly, after roaming through airports, random alleyways, sketchy bathroom stalls, and those “should this even be open” roadside spots, one thing is obvious, people might fight about politics, parenting, or how to load a dishwasher. But we all agree on this. Funny signs are a whole love language. They’re the little reminders to chill out. Laugh at the weird stuff life throws at us. And enjoy the beautiful mess of how humans try to communicate.

Affirmation: My wit is my business and business is booming.

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Science, Snacks, and Sass: The Feline Takeover of Drug & Alcohol Facts Week

“Facts don’t care about feelings, but feelings care deeply about snacks.”

 — The Feline Public Health Department

 Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. It’s National Drug & Alcohol Facts Week. My cats have decided they are the official spokes‑animals for science, safety, and whatever chaos they can stir up before breakfast. Welcome back to This Puzzled Life. Where the trauma is seasoned. The humor is medicinal. And the cats are convinced they’re running a public health campaign.

Piper busts into the room wearing a lab coat three sizes too big.

“Mother, did you know the National Institute on Drug Abuse says misinformation spreads faster than I can knock a cup off the counter?” (Which is fast. Very fast.)

Source: National Institute on Drug Abuse (NIDA)  “National Drug & Alcohol Facts Week” https://nida.nih.gov.

Coco is dragging a bag of snacks like she’s smuggling contraband. 

“I’m here to talk about addiction. But first, do we have chips? Because the National Institute on Alcohol Abuse and Alcoholism says alcohol affects judgment. And I’m about to make a bad decision if you don’t hand over the Doritos.”

Source: National Institute on Alcohol Abuse and Alcoholism (NIAAA) “Alcohol’s Effects on the Body” https://niaaa.nih.gov.

Tinkerbell is sitting on the highest shelf like a judgmental librarian.

“Actually, according to the CDC, substance use can affect brain development. Especially in teens. Which is why I supervise the boys. They need guidance. And snacks. Mostly snacks.”

Source: Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC)  “Substance Use and Youth” https://cdc.gov.

Here are a few clean, accurate, all‑ages‑appropriate facts from reputable organizations:

1. Alcohol affects every organ in the body.

Source: NIAAA  Alcohol’s Effects on the Body https://niaaa.nih.gov.

2. Most teens who misuse substances get their information from peers, not professionals.

Source: NIDA National Drug & Alcohol Facts Week https://nida.nih.gov.

3. Substance use can impact brain development into the mid‑20s.

Source: CDC Substance Use and Youth https://cdc.gov.

4. Addiction is a medical condition. Not a moral failure.

Source: Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration (SAMHSA) https://samhsa.gov.

Piper’s Lesson: “Drugs don’t magically make problems disappear. That’s what naps are for.”

Coco’s Lesson: “Alcohol slows reaction time. Which is why I don’t drink. I must remain ready to sprint toward any dropped food.”

Tinkerbell’s Lesson: “Knowledge is power. And power is knowing where the treats are hidden.”

My household stays loud and educational. The cats insisted on adding this. Science supports people making informed choices. Science supports harm reduction. Science supports LGBTQIA+ folks having access to accurate, stigma‑free information. Science does NOT support Aunt Barbara’s Facebook posts. Piper said that last part. I’m just reporting.

Piper climbs onto the table wearing a tiny pair of reading glasses she stole from somewhere.

“According to NIDA, over 20% of 12th graders reported using an illicit drug in the past year. That’s too many. That’s also the percentage of times I listen when Mother says, ‘get off the counter.’”

Source: National Institute on Drug Abuse (NIDA) Monitoring the Future Survey https://nida.nih.gov.

She flips a page dramatically.

“And nicotine vaping among teens is still one of the most common forms of substance use. Which is wild because I can’t even get Mother to let me sniff the humidifier.”

Source: NIDA Teen Vaping Trends https://nida.nih.gov.

Coco waddles in carrying a bag of treats like a briefcase.

“Listen up. The CDC says alcohol is the most commonly used substance among youth in the United States. Which explains why teenagers make decisions like climbing on roofs. And dating boys who wear Axe body spray.”

Source: CDC Youth Substance Use https://cdc.gov.

She pauses to eat a treat.

“And get this. About 1 in 5 high school students reported binge drinking. Meanwhile, I binge eat kibble and nobody gives me a national awareness week.”

Source: CDC  Underage Drinking https://cdc.gov.

Tinkerbell sits on her throne (the top of the fridge) and clears her throat like a disappointed professor.

“According to SAMHSA, over 46 million people in the U.S. met the criteria for a substance use disorder in 2021. That’s a lot of people needing support, compassion, and maybe a cat to sit on their chest and purr aggressively.”

Source: SAMHSA National Survey on Drug Use and Health https://samhsa.gov.

She adjusts her imaginary pearls.

“And here’s a big one. Only about 6% of people with a substance use disorder received treatment. 6%! That’s lower than the percentage of times Coco shares snacks.”

Source: SAMHSA Treatment Statistics https://samhsa.gov.                                                                                                                                                              As National Drug & Alcohol Facts wraps up, my cats would like to remind you to

Piper: “Stay curious, not chaotic.”

Coco: “Stay hydrated and snack‑positive.”

Tinkerbell: “Stay informed. Stay fabulous. And stop believing memes your cousin posted at 2 AM.”

And honestly? That’s the most scientifically accurate advice you’ll hear all week. Because the current administration doesn’t believe in science.

And that, my friends, concludes National Drug & Alcohol Facts Week as interpreted by three cats who have never paid taxes, never followed a rule, and yet somehow run this household like a federally funded research lab. Piper has knocked over every myth she could reach. Coco has eaten every statistic that wasn’t nailed down. Tinkerbell has judged the entire nation from the top of the fridge.

We’ve cited the CDC, NIDA, NIAAA, and SAMHSA. Because around here, we believe in facts, snacks, and queer‑centered harm‑reduction education. In that order. Take what you learned, Take what you laughed at. And take a deep breath. Because knowledge is power. Compassion is necessary. And humor is how we survive the South. Class dismissed. Sage extinguished. Cats victorious. Thanks for reading! Drop a comment about what you thought about the girls in this blog.

Affirmation: I choose knowledge over fear, compassion over judgment, and humor over everything else.

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Lemon Pound Cake & Legal Smackdowns: Afroman vs. The Snack‑Seeking Deputies

“If you didn’t want to be in the music video, don’t stare at the man’s pound cake like it’s calling your name from the other side of the Jordan River.”

-This Puzzled Life

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. When I tell you the ancestors woke up early for this one? They clocked in. Put on their house shoes, and said, “We finna watch these cops get spiritually left standing there in emotional long johns in court today.” We are gathered here to celebrate a sacred Southern‑fried victory. Afroman just whooped the entire Adams County Sheriff’s Office in court using nothing but security‑cam receipts, a lemon pound cake, and the First Amendment. And I, a humble witness to chaos, am here to testify.

Picture this. Afroman was minding his business. Baking metaphorical pastries of peace. When suddenly BOOM! Ohio deputies bust into his home in 2022 looking for drugs, kidnapping victims, and apparently snacks. Because one officer got caught on camera staring at a lemon pound cake like it held the secrets of the universe. 

They found no drugs, no victims, and no reason. But they did find themselves starring in a viral music video they did not audition for. And instead of taking the L quietly like normal embarrassed humans. They sued Afroman for defamation, emotional distress, and being too funny on the internet. 

But the jury said, “Be so serious. This is America. We let people deep‑fry Oreos and marry their high‑school sweethearts three times. We’ll absolutely let Afroman clown y’all with your own security footage.” 

Here’s the recipe for justice.

  • 1 cup of police raid footage (shot by Afroman’s wife and his own security cams) 
  • 2 tablespoons of viral humiliation
  • A dash of “Why you disconnecting my video camera?”
  • A whole lemon pound cake
  • Bake at 350° until the First Amendment rises

The officers claimed their privacy was violated. The jury said, “Sweetie, you raided his house.” They claimed defamation. The jury said, “You did that to yourselves.”  They claimed emotional distress. The jury said, “Try yoga.” And just like that, Afroman walked out of court cleared on all 13 counts. Surrounded by supporters hollering like it was Mardi Gras in March. 

Afroman stepped outside the courthouse. Lifted his hands to the sky and declared, “We did it, America! Freedom of speech!” And that’s the kind of patriotic energy I want in my life. Not fireworks. Not bald eagles. Just a man with a lemon pound cake and a dream. Defeating a lawsuit with the power of satire and home security cameras.

So let this be a lesson to all who wander into someone’s home uninvited. If you raid a man’s house. Disconnect his cameras. Stare longingly at his baked goods. And then get immortalized in a music video. That’s not defamation. That’s a documentary. And as for Afroman? He didn’t just win a court case. He won the right to keep clowning publicly, loudly, and legally. Case closed. Cake served.

Affirmation: I move through life with Afroman energy. I’m unbothered, protected, and fully prepared to turn my haters into content.

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Part Two: The Leprechaun Who Regretted Knocking on This Door

“Coco tried to negotiate. Piper tried to bite him. And Tinkerbell tried to pretend she didn’t know us.”

-This Puzzled Life

Light a candle. Grab a helmet. Alert the neighbors. And that’s when I knew this wasn’t just Part Two. This was divine punishment for every time I said, “My cats can’t possibly get any weirder.” Part Two begins with a sound no human should ever hear before coffee.

I was in the kitchen minding my business. And trying to decide whether coffee counts as a meal. When I heard a scream. Not a cat scream. Not a human scream. A scream that sounded like a kazoo having a panic attack.

I walked in and found a real leprechaun standing on my coffee table. He was looking like he’d been kidnapped by fate. And dropped directly into a house he did NOT have the emotional bandwidth for. My cats froze like they’d just seen a ghost, a rotisserie chicken, and the IRS all at once. The leprechaun adjusted his little green coat and glared at them.

Tinkerbell: “Oh Lord, he’s real.” 

Coco: “We are so getting sued.” 

Piper: “I call dibs on his ankles.”

Leprechaun: “Which one of ye hooligans set a trap made of catnip, cereal, and a shoelace”

Coco: “That would be Piper.”

Piper: “It was a strategic ankle‑biting device.”

Tinkerbell: “It was a cry for help.”

The leprechaun rubbed his temples like he suddenly understood why humans drink. Tinkerbell stepped forward with the confidence of a Southern grandmother about to negotiate a discount at Hobby Lobby.

Tinkerbell: “Sir, we’d like to offer you employment.”

Leprechaun: “Employment. As what.”

Coco: “Our butler.”

Piper: “Treat butler.”

Leprechaun: “I beg yer pardon.”

Tinkerbell: “You have thumbs. We don’t. It’s simple economics.”

The leprechaun stared at them like he was reconsidering the entire concept of magic. He made a run for it. Unfortunately for him, Piper also made a run for it. And she runs like a Roomba possessed by the Holy Spirit. She launched herself off the couch. Skidded across the hardwood. And slammed into the leprechaun like a furry bowling ball.

Leprechaun: “Lord above, get this creature off me!”

Piper: “I got him! I got the gold man!”

Tinkerbell: “Piper, release the hostage.”

Piper: “No. he’s mine!”

Coco: “Girl, you can’t just claim people like coupons.”

Once the leprechaun was upright again (and Piper was placed in a time‑out behind a baby gate), Tinkerbell attempted diplomacy.

Tinkerbell: “We don’t want to harm you. We simply want your gold.”

Leprechaun: “Absolutely not.”

Coco: “Okay, then we want your thumbs.”

Leprechaun: “Absolutely not.”

Piper: from behind the gate “I want his ankles.”

Tinkerbell: “Ignore her. She’s… spirited.”

After twenty minutes of arguing, bribery attempts, and Piper trying to chew through the baby gate like a raccoon, the leprechaun finally sighed.

Leprechaun: “Fine. I’ll give ye one coin if ye promise to never summon me again.”

Coco: “Deal.”

Tinkerbell: “Agreed.”

Piper: “Can I bite it to make sure it’s real?”

Leprechaun: “NO.”

He tossed the coin onto the rug, muttered something in Gaelic that I’m pretty sure was a curse, and vanished in a puff of glitter. Piper immediately tried to eat the coin. So now my cats have one magical gold coin, no butler, no thumbs, and  a restraining order from the leprechaun realm. Disasters. Tinkerbell is drafting an apology letter to Ireland. Coco is Googling “how to invest one coin in crypto” Piper is behind a baby gate screaming, “I won the war!” And me? I’m just trying to drink my coffee in peace while living with three furry agents of chaos who almost started an international incident with the Fae.

And that, dear readers, is how my cats managed to terrify a magical creature, negotiate absolutely nothing, and still walk away with a gold coin that Piper immediately tried to swallow like it was communion. The leprechaun vanished in a puff of glitter, probably filing a complaint with the. The leprechaun vanished in a puff of glitter, probably filing a complaint with whatever Fae Department of Magical handles “feline‑related incidents.” is researching “how to retire on one coin.” Piper is behind a baby gate screaming, “I am the chosen one!” And me I’m just trying to figure out how to explain this to my therapist without getting put on a watchlist.

Don’t you worry. Part Three is on the way and trust me. The glitter storm hasn’t even peaked yet. Backup is on the way, and Piper is about to discover what consequences feel like. Stay tuned. Thanks for reading! Keep smiling.

Affirmation: I handle unexpected visitors with grace, unlike my cats who handle them with teeth.

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The Petty Chronicles: The Flip-Flop That Betrayed Me in Slow Motion

“I’m not petty. I just take notes, hold grudges, and wait for the perfect moment to be dramatic.”

-Unknown

 Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Today’s tale is not just a story. It’s a full‑blown saga of survival, betrayal, and the kind of pettiness that only footwear can inspire. This is a dramatic retelling of a flip-flip with a personal vendetta against me.

Here the chaos is homemade. The cats are judgmental. And apparently even my flip‑flops have entered their villain era. I woke up this morning expecting peace. Maybe even a little productivity. Or a snack. Instead, I was ambushed by a flip-flop with the structural integrity of wet cardboard and the attitude of a disgruntled ex.

If you’ve ever been personally victimized by a shoe that decided to give up mid‑stride. Buckle up. Today’s blog is dedicated to the moment my flip‑flop folded under my foot. Sent me into a slow‑motion spiritual crisis. And made me question whether I was alive, dead, or trapped in a deleted scene from a Final Destination movie.

Let’s begin with the facts. I was simply walking. Existing. Being a peaceful, responsible adult in my own home. And then, the flip-flop snapped. Not loudly. Not dramatically. But with the quiet confidence of a ninja who knows exactly what they’re doing. One moment it was on my foot. The next moment, it folded under me like a cheap lawn chair at a family reunion. And that’s when time slowed down.

The slow-motion fall of shame was about to commence. I didn’t just stumble. I entered a full movie experience that is the kind where the camera zooms in. The soundtrack fades. And you suddenly understand every decision that led you to this moment.

My arms flew out like I was trying to hug a ghost. My face did that “oh no oh no oh no” expression usually reserved for people who drop their phone in the toilet. My body tilted forward at the speed of a melting popsicle. And I desperately shouted towards the heavens, “Jesus, I’m on the way!” I swear I could hear Morgan Freeman narrating, “And this is where she realized the flip-flop had won.”

Meanwhile, my cats watched the entire thing like it was the season finale of a show they weren’t emotionally invested in. But refused to stop watching. Tinkerbell blinked slowly, as if to say, “Gravity is undefeated.” Coco tilted her head like she was calculating the odds of me surviving. Piper cheered. Out loud. For the flip-flop.

When I finally landed, I realized that I was somehow alive. Somehow I am still holding onto my dignity by a thread. I looked at that flip-flop with the kind of betrayal usually reserved for exes and malfunctioning printers and said, “How in the hell did that just happen?” It just lay there. Smug. Smiling. Acting like it didn’t just try to send me to the ER with a story no doctor would take seriously. Imagine explaining it: “What happened?” “Well, my flip-flop got bold.” And yet, I still wear them.

I’m petty, but I’m also practical. And that’s the toxic relationship we’re in now. Me pretending I’m in control. The flip-flop waiting for its next opportunity to humble me in slow motion. If you’ve ever been personally victimized by a flip-flop that betrayed you, just know. You are strong. You are resilient. You are a survivor of unnecessary footwear drama. And if your fall happened in slow motion too? Congratulations! You’re the main character now.

And so, after my flip‑flop betrayed me in slow motion and my soul briefly disconnected from my body like a Wi‑Fi signal in a storm, I lay there on the floor trying to figure out if I was alive, dead, or stuck somewhere in the customer‑service hold line between the two. My body revolted so dramatically that my knees were shaking, toes confused, and a spine filing a formal complaint. For a solid ten seconds I genuinely thought I had crossed over. I was ready to meet my ancestors and explain, with shame, that a $4 flip-flop took me out.

But I survived. Barely. Emotionally? No. Physically? Questionable. Spiritually? I’m still buffering.

And now, as a resident of the Deep South, the land where flip‑flops are practically a state symbol, I must reevaluate everything I thought I knew. My relationship with this sacred, unreliable footwear must undergo a complete redraw. A full strategic overhaul. A rebranding. A summit. A PowerPoint presentation titled: “How to Remain Upright While Wearing Shoes That Are One Strong Breeze Away From Quitting.”

Clearly, success in the South requires more than sweet tea. Humidity tolerance. And the ability to bless someone’s heart with conviction. It requires learning how to coexist with a commonly faulty type of footwear that has no loyalty, no morals, and no sense of timing. But mark my words. I will rise again. I will walk again. And next time, I’m wearing sneakers. Thanks for reading! Keep smiling.

Affirmation: “I am a flip‑flop survivor. I have wobbled, stumbled, and briefly questioned my entire existence, yet here I stand. No flimsy flip-flop forged in the fires of poor manufacturing will take me out today.”

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Things I Trust More Than This Administration

“I trust bad vibes, random coincidences, and my toaster more than this administration.”

-Unknown

 Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Today’s blog is not just a list. It’s a public service announcement. A spiritual awakening. And a petty masterpiece crafted by a woman who has seen too much, heard too much, and tripped in public too many times to stay silent.

I woke up this morning. Turned on the news. And immediately felt my soul pack a suitcase and whisper, “I’ll be at the Motel 6 if you need me.” Piper gasped like she was watching a telenovela. Coco clutched her imaginary pearls. Tinkerbell just sighed the sigh of a woman who has lived through 14 administrations and is spiritually moisturized enough to handle anything.

And that’s when I knew it was time. Time to document Things I Trust More Than the Current Administration. It’s a list so chaotic, so accurate, and so spiritually petty that even my ancestors leaned in like, “Go on, baby. Tell it.” So, grab your snacks, your beads, your emotional support beverage, and your sense of humor. This is about to get disrespectful in a healing way.

1. My flip‑flops.

Yes. It’s the same flip‑flops that tried to assassinate me in slow motion. The ones with the structural integrity of a soggy communion wafer. The ones that folded like a cheap lawn chair at a family reunion. Still more dependable.

Tinkerbell: “At least the flip‑flops don’t lie on television.”

2. Piper’s decision‑making skills.

This is the same creature who ate a sparkly Pride bandana. Who tried to flash her nonexistent cat boobs for beads. And who attempted to unionize against bedtime. And yet? I trust her more.

Piper: “I make bold choices. Not good ones. But bold.”

3. A gas station egg salad sandwich.

Expiration date: unknown. Smell: concerning. Texture: illegal. But at least it’s honest about the danger.

Coco: “It may kill you, but it won’t gaslight you.”

4. A toddler holding a permanent marker.

Will they draw on the wall or the dog or their own face? Yes. But at least you know chaos is coming.

5. A goose with a clipboard.

He’s honking. He’s chasing people. He’s eating paperwork. But he believes in his mission.

Piper: “That’s passion. I respect it.”

6. My own ability to walk in flip‑flops.

History says no. Physics says no. Gravity says “Absolutely No.” But I still trust myself more.

Coco: “Bold of you.”

7. The cats’ ability to behave in public.

They have caused a Mardi Gras incident. Stolen a praline. Gotten into a legal dispute with NOPD. And started a jazz band. And yet? More trustworthy.

8. A Walmart shopping cart with one broken wheel.

It squeaks. It veers left. It shakes like it’s possessed. But it’s trying its best.

9. A fortune cookie written by someone who was clearly drunk.

“Your future is… something.” Same, babe. Same.

10. Ebola

At least Ebola is upfront like, “I’m dangerous. Stay away.” No mixed messages. No confusion. Just pure, uncut honesty.

Tinkerbell: “Clarity is a love language.”

11. Jeffrey Dahmer’s dinner invitations

Not attending. Not RSVPing. Not even opening the envelope. But at least you KNOW what you’re getting into. There’s no mystery. No surprises. Just a firm, “No thank you, sir,” and a quick jog in the opposite direction.

Coco: “Predictability matters.”

12. Jim Jones’ Kool‑Aid recipe

Not drinking it. Not smelling it. Not being in the same ZIP code as it. But I trust that it will do exactly what it promises. No false advertising. No fine print. Just consequences.

Piper: “At least it’s consistent.”

13. COVID 1‑19

The actual virus. Because COVID shows up like, “Hey girl, I’m back.” And honestly? I respect the commitment to the bit. It’s the ex who keeps returning but at least texts first.

Tinkerbell: “Reliability is reliability, even when it’s terrible.”

14. A stomach virus

It doesn’t lie. It doesn’t pretend. It doesn’t gaslight you. It just shows up at 3 AM like, “Hope you didn’t have plans today.”

Coco: “At least it’s punctual.”

15. A fart when I have amoebic dysentery

This is the MOST untrustworthy thing on Earth. A gamble. A spiritual test. A moment where your soul leaves your body and watches from the ceiling. And yet, still more trustworthy.

Piper: “High‑risk, high‑reward.”

Tinkerbell: “Baby, that’s not a fart. That’s a prophecy.”

16. A gas station hotdog that’s been spinning since 2014

At least it hasn’t claimed to have a plan for the country.

17. My cats’ understanding of personal space

They don’t respects boundaries, much the administration. But they’re consistent about something.

18. A psychic named Debra who accepts Venmo

Makes promises you can verify immediately.

19. My phone’s autocorrect

Provides helpful suggestions, not false promises.

20. The voice in my head that says, “this is a bad idea.”

Offers accountability before the disaster.

And do you know what? None of them have access to nuclear codes.

And so, after reviewing flip‑flops with abandonment issues, geese with clipboards, and Piper’s ongoing feud with law enforcement, one truth remains. There are many things in this world more trustworthy than the current administration. And most of them should not be legally trusted at all. But here we are. Surviving. Thriving. Spiritually hydrated. Held together by snacks, sarcasm, and the emotional support of three cats who have never paid taxes but have very strong opinions.

Piper is already drafting her own State of the Union. Coco is fact‑checking it with a glass of imaginary wine. Tinkerbell is praying for all of us. As for me? I’m lighting the sage again. Because after this list, the energy in here needs a full exorcism. And remember, “If chaos is inevitable, at least make it funny.” Thanks for reading! Keep resisting.

Affirmation: “I move through this chaotic timeline with the resilience of a goose with a clipboard, and the unhinged optimism of someone who still trusts a fart during amoebic dysentery more than the people allegedly running the country.”

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Piper’s First Valentine’s Day

“This is definitely an ‘I’ll let you take up the whole bed’ kind of love.”

-Unknown

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Before we dive into this Valentine’s Day conversation between Piper, Coco, and Tinkerbell, you need to prepare yourself spiritually, emotionally, and possibly legally. This is not a drill. This is a three‑cat romantic holiday special, and none of them have the emotional maturity for it.

Piper is experiencing her very first Valentine’s Day and is convinced the heart‑shaped decorations are either edible, haunted, or both. Coco has already declared herself “too evolved” for holiday nonsense but will absolutely participate if snacks are involved. And Tinkerbell? She’s been practicing dramatic poses since sunrise and is one tail‑flick away from demanding a wind machine.

Take a deep breath, center your soul, and maybe grab a helmet. Because nothing says “Valentine’s Day” quite like three cats trying to understand love, treats, and why humans keep squealing at them. Welcome to the chaos.

The situation starts in the hallway. A pink paper heart lies on the floor. Piper is sniffing it like it might be a trap. Coco is perched on a shelf, judging everything. Tinkerbell is dramatically sprawled across a blanket like she’s posing for a romance novel cover.

Tinkerbell: “Ah yes… Valentine’s Day. A day of love, devotion, and dramatic poses. You’re welcome, everyone.”

Coco: “You’re not even posing. You’re just lying there like a furry croissant.”

Tinkerbell: “A romantic furry croissant.”

Piper: “Um… what exactly is Valentine’s Day? Mom keeps saying it’s my first one. Should I be nervous?”

Coco: “Only if you hate affection. Or treats. Or being told you’re adorable every five minutes.”

Piper: “Oh. So, a normal day?”

Tinkerbell: “Exactly, little one. Except today the humans get extra sentimental. They say things like “my sweet baby” and “my heart is full” while we’re just trying to nap.”

Piper: “So why is it special for me?”

Coco: “Because it’s your first Valentine’s Day in this family. Your first one where you’re safe, loved, and part of the chaos.”

Tinkerbell: “And because you’ve officially been promoted from “new cat” to “beloved gremlin.”

Piper: “Beloved gremlin?”

Coco: “It’s a compliment. Trust me.”

Piper: “So, Valentine’s Day means I’m really part of the pride now?”

Tinkerbell: “You’ve been part of us since the moment you tried to steal my blanket. Bold move. I respected it.”

Coco: “And when you knocked over Mom’s drink. Twice. That sealed the deal.”

Piper: “I didn’t mean to.”

Coco: “Exactly. That’s what made it adorable.”

Piper: “So, what do we do to celebrate?”

Tinkerbell: “We nap dramatically. We accept treats. We allow forehead kisses. We tolerate photos. We act like we invented love.”

Coco: “And we remind you that you are home. For good.”

Piper: “I like Valentine’s Day.”

Tinkerbell: “Then welcome to your first one, sweetheart. You’re loved. Deeply. Even when you chew things you shouldn’t.”

Tinkerbell: “Now then. Who wants to help me dramatically lounge on the Valentine’s blanket for photos?”

Coco: “Hard pass. Last year she made me wear a bow tie. I’m still recovering emotionally.”

Piper: “What’s a bow tie? Is it dangerous? Does it bite?”

Coco: “Only your dignity.”

Tinkerbell: “Relax, children. This year, I’m going for a “natural beauty” aesthetic. No costumes. Just vibes.”

Piper: “Oh! I can do vibes!”

Immediately knocks over a decorative heart

Coco: “And there it is. The Valentine’s chaos has begun.”

Tinkerbell: “Honestly? Iconic. Destructive. Poetic. Piper, you’re officially ready for your first Valentine’s Day.”

Piper: “Does that mean I get more treats?”

Coco: “Kid, it’s Valentine’s Day. You could sneeze and Mom would give you a treat.”

Tinkerbell: “Watch this.”

Slow blinks dramatically at and me and all three cats simultaneously receive treats.

Piper: “So this is love?”

Coco: “This is manipulation. But yes, also love.”

Tinkerbell: “Welcome to the family, sweetheart. Now let’s go knock over something else. For romance.”

By the end of the day, the house looked like Cupid had broken in, gotten confused, and left in a hurry. Piper was proudly carrying around a crumpled paper heart like she’d won a major award. Coco had retreated to her high shelf to judge everyone from above, as is tradition. And Tinkerbell? She was sprawled across the Valentine’s blanket like a dramatic Victorian hero who had fainted from too much affection. Truly, the vibes were immaculate.

And as the treats settled, the chaos calmed, and the humans finally stopped squealing about “cute little faces,” the cats came to a single, universal conclusion. Valentine’s Day is weird. But also kind of amazing. After all, any holiday that rewards them for simply existing is a holiday worth celebrating. So, here’s to Piper’s first Valentine’s Day. A day full of love, snacks, dramatic posing, and just enough mischief to keep the universe balanced. Thanks for reading!

Affirmation: You are loved like a warm lap on a rainy day.

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The Girls And Their New Year’s “Revolutions”

“Every day is Caturday.”

-Unknown

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Today, I want to tell you about what the girls have decided that their new year’s resolutions will be. 

Copeland asked me one day, “Momma what are Coco, Tink and Piper’s new year’s revolutions?” Not really paying attention I asked, “What did you say?” He repeated, “What are Tink, Coco, and Piper’s New Year’s “Revolutions?” I start giggling. He said, “Why are you laughing?” I told him, “Baby boy, that’s New Year’s Resolutions not Revolutions.” To which he replied, “Can you please find out?” So, this story is my quest for answers.

Me: “Girls! Come here, please!”

Piper: “Coming momma!”

Coco: “Me too!”

Tink: “Me three!”

The sound of the jingling of the bell on their collars is always anticipated

  Me: “Thank you, girls. So, brother Copeland wants me to ask you a question. He wants to know what your New Year’s “Revolutions” are?

Piper: “What’s that?”

Coco: “Momma, my revolutions are around the snack cart only?”

Tink:  “You’re a dork. Momma, could you explain to me what that is?”

Me: “Well, it’s what you want to challenge yourself to do for the New Year.”

Coco: “That’s easy. I want to seize control over the world’s supply of catnip.”

Tink: “I want to learn how to fly and be a bird.”

Coco: “Omg! Was that a serious answer?”

Tink: “Hush it grumpy.”

Me: “Ok, Piper it’s your turn. Piper get still and be serious!”

Piper: “But momma, I’m just playing with the leftover bows and wrapping paper.”

Me: “You can do that in a minute. Your little brother wanted me to ask you about what you want to change for the new year. It’s called a New Year’s Resolution.”

Piper: “I want to enter an American Ninja Warrior competition.”

Me: “Piper, you’re too young.”

Piper: “Ummmm, ok. Well, how about taking more selfies?”

Me: “Let’s just say that maybe working on manners. And why do you want to take more selfies?”

Piper: “Because people think I’m cute!”

Me: “Fair enough little girl. Coco, do you have another resolution?”

Coco: “More catnip.”

Me: “Really? Like you couldn’t come up with another one?”

Coco: “I just do not want to be bothered and have my own personal supply of cookies, catnip, and lizards. You know I’m pretty much a professional at catching lizards.”

Me: “Yes. But only if you’re the only one in the room.”

Piper: “Yea, Coco. You need to share your lizards.”

Tink: “Momma, what are your New Year’s Resolutions?”

Me: “Probably, just authoring more stories about you all. I would also like to spend more time with your brothers. And I have a big surprise for this year.”

Coco, Tink and Piper: “Oh we like surprises. What is it?”

Me: “Well, it’s a surprise.”

Coco: “Momma, you can’t tell us that you have a surprise and then not tell us. It’s against the rules.”

Me: “Rules of what?”

Coco: “Well, I do live in the United States of Coco. And in the cat bible of instructions it’s specifically states, “You are not allowed to speak of surprises and not instantly tell us what it is. And that is found in 1 Coco 24:7.”

Me: “Big problem. I’m not a cat.”

Coco: “That’s right. I feel sorry for you. Because cats are the highest beings on earth.”

Me: “Have you ever seen me on 420? Because I would put that statement to the test. Ok. Does anyone have something else they need to say in this family meeting?”

Tink: “Well, momma, I would like to bite the big orange turd in the White House directly in his swollen cankles.”

Me: “I think most people in our country could agree on that. For right now though, let’s just work on becoming an even happier family.”

Piper: “But what about my brothers?”

Me:  “Baby, your brothers will always be a part of our family.”

Affirmation: There is no one else in the world I would rather be.

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Merry Christmas From Piper, Coco, And Tink

“You had me at meow.”

-Unknown

Piper: “When’s our next holiday?”

Me: “Funny you should ask. It is called Christmas.”

Piper: “And what happens then?”

Me: “Well, it’s another holiday where we spend time together as a family. Except this time, we leave catnip and treats out for Kitty Claus.”

Piper: “What does Kitty Claus do?”

Me: “He brings toys and snacks to all the cats all over the world.”

Piper: “Whoa! How does he do all of that?”

Me: “Well, Kitty Claus has a sleigh that’s magically powered by catnip. And then while all the cats are sleeping, he comes to where they are and leaves out gifts. And then he goes to the next area. And we leave out snacks with some tuna juice out to make sure he doesn’t get too hungry.”

Piper: “Oh, momma. What a great idea! I just love Kitty Claus.”

Me: “But have you been good this year?”

Piper: “Momma, I have been the best. Coco hasn’t because she’s grouchy and has been smacking me ever since I had my surgery.”

Me:  “Weren’t you around a lot of other animals?”

Piper: “Yes ma’am.”

Me: “When you come home and you smell funny, sometimes it scares other cats. Plus, you were definitely “bobbing and weaving.” And the smell of other animals stays in your fur for a while. And when you come home and start swatting  things in the air that aren’t there it is kind of understandable. Don’t you think? 

Piper: “You mean to tell me that I smell like a dog too?”

Me: “Ummmm….Yes you do!”

Coco: “Hello. I do have my own voice. Let me explain something little feline. I smelled the residue of a thermometer and those horrible dogs on you. Do you want to smell like those things?”

Piper: “Oh. I never want to smell like them. They are definitely the lesser of the animal species. And by the way, I was smelling colors and playing with butterflies.”

Tink: “Yea the ones that were not visible to the rest of us. But it’s ok. We did the same thing after our surgeries. It’s ok, kiddo. Coco is the oldest and, by far, the grouchiest.”

Piper: “I love you two. Ya’ll are the best! You teach me so many things. How are my manners?”

Coco: “There is always room for improvement.”

Tink: “Coming from the one who walks across momma in the mornings always putting her internal organs are risk? And the one who breaks into the tub where the cookies stay, and helps herself to a buffet?”

Me: “Ok girls. That’s enough. Everyone makes mistakes and Piper is still learning. But Coco, that does hurt when you walk across me in the mornings.”

Coco: “When I’m starving, my vision starts to become blurry. So, I need to be able to wake you up to feed me so that it doesn’t become permanent.”

Me: “Coco, you are not losing vision from being hungry. And I do not do things based on your inability to be patient.”

Tink: “Piper, you are doing better.”

Piper: “Thank you, Big Sissy. Momma, can we put out the yummies?”

Me: “Yes we can. And then ya’ll need to go to sleep so that Kitty Claus will bring your gifts.”

Coco: “Fine. But I need more cookies.”

Me: “Ok everyone needs to use the litter box and decide where they want to sleep.”

Tink: “I’m sleeping in front of the heater.”

Coco: “Oh me too.”

Piper: “Oh, I want to sleep in front of the heater too. Momma, come help me. I want to hurry and get into bed so that Kitty Clause brings my toys and snacks. Will you hold me while I go to sleep?”

Me: “The problem with that is that you will never get still. And then you just start chewing on my fingers.”

Piper: “That’s because they’re my binky.”

Me: “Well, don’t use my fingers as your binky. Go use the litter box.”

A few moments later

Piper: “Ok, momma. Wow! It looks great!”

Me: “Ok baby. Let’s go get in the recliner and I’ll hold you for a few minutes.”

Piper: “Yippee! Night big sissies!”

Coco and Tink: “Good night Piper.”

Piper took several minutes to gently lick and then chew my fingers while also being squirmy. I put her on her bed. All of the girls began taking their final baths for the day. And I watched videos on my phone. After several minutes, I looked up to find them all sound asleep. My family finally felt complete. Things get loud and crazy with the boys and the cats. But I smiled and realized, at that very moment, what Christmas was all about. It’s not about how much catnip and treats that you own. It’s about the type of unconditional love that can only come from some humans and all animals. And despite what the world might think, Coco, Tink, and Piper, love me no matter what.

Affirmation: I am worth treats and adoration.

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