The Sad State of American Affairs. Celebrity culture. Dumpster fire of the American Dream built on chaos.

I have a summary for my podcast “Poeartistry Gold 1 You Know“ You can also listen to me talking about the subject any time

This segment's about yet, another time that Drumpf tries playing the public for dupes, with his $2,000 stimulus checks, to be used for healthcare.

After settling in to our new home, it wasn't long till my mom caught wind her siblings were reaching out. After being split up in the system. One moved into our back yard. It was then my childhood seamed so bleek. Nothing happened other then he was told to leave. But therapy or taking care of my trauma never took place. My parents at the time we're dealing with the wrong problems and my step dad ended up going to rehab. My mom met a woman who is partner was also in the reman. One night I was asked to babysit for 6 year old son or aware that she had a 16 year old son until late at night. On the way home I'm asked why I was so quiet my reply I'm tired. Scared I get in trouble but then finding out that I did nothing wrong it was then I asked to go and see my dad in Nova Scotia. Understanding that he had to support the house he's never seemed to be able to find time off work. And his assumption that I had become active he put me on Depo. Into my sister came out suddenly work wasn't busy.🤬

Age 10 My Mom siblings an I lives in a decent town house three floors an kept in for the most part clean. We took turns cooking cleaning an once our chores were done our friends always lined up outside waiting for us to come out. Some memories I have around this age mom had a couple boyfriends. This one was someone who has still been in my life off an on. But I always remember the man with his short jean shorts a cast of his foot an a tank. My late brother's dad. (Brothers best friend). He used to roll his smokes. An some days when I'd rather sit at home I'd roll packs for him so he didn't have to. But they didn't last long it wasn't until my step dad who now I love very dearly was set up on a blind date with my mom. I guess it went so well we were told 2 weeks after they met we're moving into his house on North end of Edmonton. The commute back and forth from school and home was an hour each day. It wasn't long after that we moved back south. Now six kids two adults three bedroom bst.

Reading, Listening and Movies There are songs we've heard over the years that certainly describe how we are presently feeling today.

First look at little Bright a young deer just wanting to live a life of thanks to God for every blessing, though the good and hard times. While his Two brothers see no need to be thankful for things they view is of their own will.

Experience the rush of heightened awareness and quick thinking when your safety is on the line. Discover how defending yourself is not just physical—it’s a test of focus, strategy, and composure under pressure. Learn what it feels like to stay alert, make split-second decisions, and gain confidence in your ability to protect yourself.

I use Wattpad to post fanfictions and actual stories and I was wondering if anyone would want to follow for a follow back? I don't post constantly but I plan to change that soon. I typically write romance stories but I plan to write some other genres as well. My favorite trope is Enemies to Lovers. I hope you find my stories to be able to put a smile on your face. I've always wanted to make people happy with my writing especially since it's been one of my favorite activities growing up

This is something simple and small something I wish people would understand and how beautiful it can truly be even if it hurts

Well we meet again... LOL JK JK it's me again Crystal how's everybody doing I guess for me I'm very optimistic LOL see how we all made it through the new year still proudly calling ourselves Americans dang Trump has been on a roll but who am I to judge the standard that's who but let's not get into all that right away too much to bear LOL sorry it's been awhile since I posted to tell you the truth this blog got swept under the rug with the holidays in life writer's block was an understatement .... Keeping in mind I'm new to this platform I'm really haven't worked it all out yet.... Very grateful for the readers followers and all the people I've met so far hopefully they'll be subscribers along the way well guys as always I'll be here please share the holidays and new years happenings with me.... yours truly The Crystal Standard.... Crystal L Standard

With the problems existing between the people vs gvn't agencies (ICE, BP, what-have-you), The dooms day talk is that this will all lead to a civil war. Wrong, but it does call for an uprising. :)

The moment I knew what pain felt was a moment of shattered hopes! The true journey of anyone who faced loss of innocence as such a young age

Children with progeria age. They also have other health problems. Signs would be a beaked shaped nose, thin lips and hair loss subscribe to read more

I'm not sure how to describe this poem of mine, so I'll just say that it took of lot of emotional energy to write this in one go.

Maybe they were right? Could it be the phone? Stop and look around, and you might just see how fast life can go. What did you miss?

This story is about sexism in schools, it's just a short paragraph but it has a bigger meaning. It feels like the world can't and won't change unless we actually do something about it.

Ordinary love is easy to miss. In a world that celebrates grand gestures and loud declarations, this piece honors the quiet, steady acts of care — the ones that ground us, reassure us, and make love feel safe.

This is an essay that I wrote on my experience with sharing my traumatic experiences people and learning that not everyone who calls you a friend, isn't really a friend.

I used to read this parable and think about hearts. Rocky hearts. Thorny hearts. Good soil hearts. Then I started gardening. Now I think about the actual soil. How I’ve planted seeds in ground I didn’t prep and watched them struggle. How weeds have choked out plants I neglected. How the good harvests came from soil I took time to nurture. Jesus used farming metaphors because his audience understood them. They lived it. They knew that good fruit doesn’t come from shortcuts. We’ve lost that connection. But when you work the land, the parables come alive. The Kingdom of God makes more sense with dirt under your nails.