The Stars, The Stripes & The Cats Who Won’t Let Freedom Fall Off the Counter 7.4

“Cats understand Independence Day better than anyone. They’ve been declaring freedom from authority since the moment they opened their eyes.”

 — Tinkerbell, Level‑Headed Elder Stateswoman of the Living Room

Down here in the Deep South, July 4th isn’t just a date on a calendar. It’s a full-bodied experience, a cultural thunderclap, a reminder that freedom has always been loud, messy, and worth fighting for. The humidity is thick enough to baptize you, the mosquitoes are running a coordinated military campaign, and someone’s uncle is always one sparkler away from a cautionary tale. The air also gets thick enough to chew, the cicadas start hollerin’ like they’re running for office. And the whole world smells faintly of barbecue.

And right in the middle of this Southern symphony, my three cats. But inside my house, another sacred tradition unfolds. Piper, Coco, and Tinkerbell gather for their annual Independence Day Democracy Summit. This year’s theme: “Freedom, Fireworks, and the Big Orange Cat Who Keeps Testing the Constitution.”

Piper, Coco, and Tinkerbell gather like a furry constitutional convention. Piper arrives dressed as Miss Firecracker, Coco shows up ready to filibuster for snacks, and Tinkerbell takes her seat like the level‑headed elder stateswoman she is, prepared to keep the republic intact with nothing but patience and a well‑timed sigh. Because in this house, democracy isn’t an abstract idea. It’s alive, it’s chaotic, and it’s covered in cat hair.

Piper (Miss Firecracker, vibrating with patriotic energy): “Okay y’all, HISTORY TIME! A long, long time ago, before Temptations treats existed, America was just a bunch of humans living under a big boss called a king.”

Coco: “A king who didn’t even live here. Imagine someone in another house telling us when we can eat snacks. Couldn’t be me.”

Tinkerbell (level‑headed, adjusting her tiny bow):“The colonies were under British rule. They paid taxes but had no say in the laws. It was undemocratic and unsustainable.”

Piper: “Exactly! So, the humans said, “We’re tired of this nonsense!” And BOOM! They wrote the Declaration of Independence.”

Coco: “Basically a breakup letter with extra drama.”

Tinkerbell: “A foundational document asserting that people have rights consisting of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.”

Piper: “And snacks! Don’t forget snacks!”

Tinkerbell: “Snacks were not mentioned.”

Coco: “They were implied.”

Piper: “Anyway, they sent that letter to the king, and he was mad. But the humans stood their ground, fought a whole war, and eventually formed a new country based on democracy.”

Tinkerbell: “A system where power comes from the people, not one big boss.”

Coco: Unless the Big Orange Cat gets his way.

Piper: “Not on my watch! Miss Firecracker protects the Constitution!”

Tinkerbell: “Lord help us all.”

Piper (the baby patriot, dressed as Miss Firecracker): “BOOM! I’m ready to defend democracy, y’all!”

She’s wearing a red‑white‑and‑blue tutu, a sparkly sash that says MISS FIRECRACKER, and enough enthusiasm to power a Waffle House at 3 a.m.

Coco (the chaos middle child): “I move that we begin with snacks. Preferably the crunchy ones.”

Tinkerbell (the level‑headed elder stateswoman):“Let’s maintain order. And dignity. And maybe not set anything on fire this year.”

Me: “Tinkerbell, sweetheart, that’s a big ask.”

Piper: “Anyway, they sent that letter to the king, he got mad, a whole war happened, and eventually the humans formed a new country based on democracy.”

1. “Freedom means sparkles, snacks, and yelling ‘YEEHAW!’ at sunrise.” — Piper, Miss Firecracker

Piper believes the Founding Fathers would’ve loved glitter. Fireworks should be legal year‑round. And democracy is best defended by yelling loudly and wearing sequins. She salutes the ceiling fan. “For America and snacks!”

2. “Democracy is like a potluck. Everyone brings something. Even if it’s a mess.” — Coco

Coco explains that everyone gets a voice. Nobody knows what’s happening. And someone always starts a fight over the deviled eggs. She knocks over a mason jar of sweet tea to demonstrate “institutional fragility.”

3. “Freedom requires responsibility. And someone has to keep these two from burning the house down.” — Tinkerbell

Tinkerbell believes that democracy is sacred. Rules matter. Piper should not be allowed near fireworks, matches, or anything labeled “flammable.”

She adjusts her tiny patriotic bow and sighs like a Southern grandmother who’s seen too much.

Piper: “The Big Orange Cat is trying to take over everything.”

Coco: “He keeps knocking over the Constitution like it’s a roll of toilet paper.”

Tinkerbell: “He’s dismantling democracy one paw swipe at a time. It’s undignified.”

They list his alleged offenses such as he’s sitting on the separation of powers. He’s swatting at voting rights. He’s acting like rules don’t apply to him. He yells constantly. And he’s treating the Constitution like a scratching post. Piper stomps her tiny Miss Firecracker foot. “He’s a menace to freedom!” Tinkerbell nods gravely. “Bless his heart, but that’s not how governance works.” And after a heated debate (and one brief intermission where Piper tried to ignite a sparkler indoors), the cats issued their proclamation:

“Independence Day matters because democracy is fragile, freedom is sacred, and the Big Orange Cat cannot be allowed to treat the Constitution like a chew toy. We honor this day with snacks, naps, sparkles, and the courage to stand up for what’s right. Even if we’re tiny.”

Tinkerbell added a footnote: “Please supervise Piper at all times.”

July 4th reminds us that democracy takes all kinds. It accepts the firecrackers, the chaos agents, and the level‑headed guardians who keep everyone from blowing up the porch. And if Piper, Coco, and Tinkerbell can navigate constitutional crises with humor, heart, and Southern grit, the rest of us can surely manage one respectful conversation over barbecue.

At the end of the day, July 4th isn’t just about fireworks  or cookouts or who brought the best potato salad. It’s about remembering that democracy is a living thing. It’s a fragile, precious, and always one paw swipe away from chaos if we’re not paying attention. Piper may be tiny, Coco may be unhinged, and Tinkerbell may be the only adult in the room. But together they understand something deep, freedom takes all of us. The sparkly ones, the loud ones, the steady ones, and the ones who show up even when the world feels heavy.

So, as the smoke clears and the porch lights flicker on, we honor this day the way Southerners always have. With grit, humor, stubborn hope, and a fierce belief that the story of this country is still being written. And in this house, that story is guarded by three cats who refuse to let the Big Orange Cat scratch holes in the Constitution.

Because freedom matters. Democracy matters. And in this little Mississippi home, we’ll defend both with sparkles, snacks, and the kind of Southern backbone that doesn’t break, even when the world shakes. Thanks for reading! God Bless America!

Affirmation: “I stand in my power with the steady courage of Tinkerbell. The bold fire of Piper. And the unshakable resilience to rise above any Big Orange Cat trying to knock over my peace.”

***Don’t forget to watch the video!***

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Tears Of A Mother’s Heart

The Tears of a Mother’s Heart

“There is no greater burden or torture in this life than for a mother to live without one or more of her children.”

—A Bed for My Heart

In this blog entry, I’m going to talk about something very near and dear to my heart.  I’ll talk about the unsolved mystery of a classmate of mine named Angela Freeman.  At Petal High School in the small town of Petal, Mississippi most of us had grown up with each other and Angela was no different.  I had always known her and had been in several classes together.  Me being busy playing two sports and trying to maintain my drug addiction and eating disorders seemed to alienate me somewhat emotionally from a lot of my high school days.  However, my humor and fun loving personality was typically my norm.  But the disappearance of Angela was anything but normal.

Just 3 years earlier I had undergone some of the worst abuse at the hands of a teacher.  Our class also lost another member at the age of 13 to suicide.  Still seriously affected by some of these traumas I was left no room for recovery because sports took up all my time.  That busy daily schedule might have been the one thing that saved my life as a lost teenager.  I didn’t have answers for how to deal with this and neither did anyone else.  By our senior year our graduating class had been pummeled by tragedies.  But the disappearance of Angela seemed to rock everyone to their core.

On September 10, 1993 when everyone was doing after school activities and at home with their families Angela was fighting for her life, the life of her unborn child and would have spent her last days at Petal High School.  She was last seen at the local Pizza Hut and her vehicle was found in a remote area of Perry County by a well known bridge in the Mahned community known as the Mahned Bridge.  I thought about the parties that  had been there many years prior and chills ran up and down my entire body.  Because that day could’ve been anyone of us teens from any of the surrounding communities and cities.

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angelafreeman age progression

Age Progression

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Current condition of the Mahned Bridge is impassable

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Evidence of no closure

The local news channels were covered with pictures and the latest information about the case.  There were also many different fund raising events.  Soon, though, the hoopla would die down and many years later Angela’s case would become a cold case and would be featured on the television series Unsolved Mysteries.  Her case could also be seen on different news channels and those I won’t even begin to mention as I don’t want to leave any out.  But the fact of the matter is that 25 years later Angela still has not been found.

As of 2017 the following was released by a FOX 25 News Channel….

“Perry County authorities say Angela was last seen at the Pizza Hut in Petal on September 10th, 1993. Witnesses say she was arguing with her former boyfriend in the parking lot around 1 a.m. That same morning, only hours later, Angela’s 1984 Honda Accord Hatchback was found abandoned at the old bridge over Leaf River. Angela’s mother Debra spotted a puddle of liquid beside the car. Police told her it was transmission fluid. They assumed the teen was just another runaway. But when Monday passed and Angela didn’t show up for work, Debra called her local TV station. It was then that authorities began to believe the clues were leading them to something much more sinister than originally expected. “Forrest County dogs were down at the bridge and people were starting to look for her and that puddle that was so fresh on Friday that everybody had parked in overnight, the dogs went straight to it.”

“That puddle would turn out to be Angela’s blood and the search intensified. K9 units were able to sniff out Angela’s keds, one in the tall weeds near her car and the other beyond a locked gate on private property. After multiple searches through Leaf River, Angela’s body never turned up, leaving an entire family without closure. Her grandmother said, “My late husband, which was her paw-paw, she loved him to death. He passed away in ’96 and he never knew what happened and at my age, I would just like to find out before my time.”

—FOX News 25

And 25 years later I’m now a parent and I cannot begin to  comprehend what it’s like to lose a child in that manner with or without closure.  Heck, I can’t imagine what it’s like to lose a child that’s already been born.  The fact that her parents have found the strength to get up each morning since her disappearance just to put one painful foot in front of another shows their personal strength and level of love that they had and still have for their daughter Angela.

The answers to Angela’s disappearance have never come to light.  But the painful memories of her disappearance still burns in the minds of those who loved and cared about her.  I can tell you that 25 years later that the trauma of her disappearance has remained alive and well in my psyche.  And anytime I see a reminder of this horrible tragedy I get the same sick feeling as when it first happened.  Whoever committed this crime has not only effected a family but they also have effected an entire community.  And truthfully, it has made me draw my own children in closer and my defenses as a parent have become detrimental in ways because of my own fear of some sick individual trying to get their hands on my babies.

I send out a plea even now that cries for the life or remains of Angela so that her family and friends may have some form of closure.  My heart cries for her mother, as a mother myself that has cried for her children in ways they also didn’t know. Angela would now be 42 years old.  If you have any information regarding this case please contact Crime Stoppers as soon as possible.

“Before you tell a grieving parent to be grateful for the children they have, think about which one of yours you can do without.”

—Unknown

Here are some links that cover her disappearance and subsequent investigation.  Copy and paste the links in your browser.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w_cSIj0NKKc

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=epFJR9CEmm8

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=27pWLTxJxqo

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***This was originally written several years ago.***