Letters to the Moon....

I began my life as a writer six years ago. There has been a marked evolution in me as a person, as a woman, as a writer, and as an artist. In looking back at my written work, I have recently discovered that I have evolved into an activist as well. I have written on this blog about many issues I am passionate about. When something happens in the world that is unfair and unjust, I feel the need to write about it. I often think to myself, "I have to talk about this. I HAVE to talk about this.  I cannot stay silent on this issue." It is a need within me unlike any other. I cannot have peace until I write my thoughts down and share my views on a particular issue. I feel I have a duty, a responsibility, to write. When I saw an unjust law beginning in my state, I wrote about it. http://letrasalaluna.blogspot.com/2015/03/the-state-of-things.html When tragedy struck the nation, I felt compelled to speak. http://letrasalaluna.blogspot.com/2013/09/never-forget.html

Dark Skies (Warning: there are some quotes in this piece with offensive language) Yesterday, history was made in the United States. For the first time ever, Americans had the chance to cast their vote for a woman President. Hillary Rodham Clinton was the candidate from the Democratic party. She has served the United States in being First Lady in the state of Arkansas, being the First Lady of the United States, a senator from the state of New York, and as Secretary of State in the Barack Obama Presidential Administration. She is the first woman in history to be the final candidate for the Presidency in any party. History was also being made on the other side of the U.S.’s two party system. Donald J. Trump was the candidate for President on the Republican side. He has been a real estate mogul, and reality TV show host. He has never held any kind of public office. He has never been a city councilman, mayor, or dog catcher. I awoke yesterday eager to get to my polling place

It’s Only a Matter of Time A Treatise in the Fervent Hope of Ending Daylight Savings Time (DST) Once upon a time, there was a land of people who lived under a spell of time. Twice a year they go into a deep trance and are manipulated by a magical force to change their clocks. Before they enter their evening slumber on Saturday night, they move the hands of the clock to reflect a different time. When they wake from their slumbers on Sunday morning, they were convinced that they are living their lives at a completely different time. They continued to live under this spell, which lasted all of six months, until another spell of time was cast. The above scenario sounds like a fairy tale. It sounds like complete and utter lunacy, right? Then why do we do it every year? My friends I have just revealed the greatest example of mass lunacy in the world, more commonly known as Daylight Savings Time, abbreviated as DST. For those who are not familiar with the practice, or live in a