Words Matter, Mr. Trump


Trump supporters on social media have adopted the term snowflakes for non-Trump supporting liberals. I imagine the dubious reasoning is because snowflakes are frail, delicate and melting tears of sorrow. Well, I personally love snowflakes, they’re beautiful. Did you know that no two are alike? Each one is an individual. But, when millions of them come together they can cause an avalanche. So, in my book, being called a snowflake is quite motivating – individuals who are stronger together. I’ll take it.

As for the record breaking women’s marches across the world, well that’s an avalanche. An avalanche that joined together millions of snowflakes in solidarity. Solidarity in a common cause – this cause was not to de-legitimize Trump, he’s president. Do I like it? hell no. Do I accept it? Only at face value. I marched because to me, words matter. Trump’s words promised more divisiveness. In his own words, on New Year’s Day he Tweeted –

This brought obvious glee to his ‘fanbase’. Trump loves his fans as any reality TV star does. Reality stars thrive and exist on “likes”. It’s an odd world when a reality star rules the nation (and world) though.

Anyone who didn’t vote for him or click “like” on his Taco Bowl selfie is an enemy. If he sees us that way, and his words expressed as much, then we must see him as the same.

Words matter, Mr. Trump.

As president of this already great country your words matter. They matter all around the world – to friend and foe. They matter to every company you casually bash or praise on Twitter. They matter to every white supremacist you mindlessly re-tweet. Words can incite violence in an already damaged mind. Words can start wars, wars that send our nation’s bravest men and women into the face of unimaginable danger. Danger you have never experienced – first hand, or by sending one of your children to an uncertain tomorrow. Perhaps your sons could’ve taken their quest for adventure and hunting majestic big game “trophy animals” onto the battlefield and used their skills to fight for our country. Then maybe you’d choose your words with the surgical precision of knowing they matter to your child’s very life.

Words matter, and at this juncture in our lives your words – these words you carelessly toss around as applause lines or Tweet out without forethought in the early morning hours – they matter more than anyone else’s on the planet. The PLANET, Mr. Trump. I know you love hyperbole, but this is not hyperbole. You are now president of the deeply divided, now ironically named, United States. The campaign is over and your ratings, crowd sizes and hurt feelings over “Saturday Night Live” sketches are ridiculous and completely irrelevant.

You will NEVER be loved or trusted by everyone. There will be those that hate you no matter what you do. There will be people praying for your success and failure. Power doesn’t equal love, respect or loyalty. You must accept that. You must accept that the millions of people who marched yesterday are watching and more importantly LISTENING to your words and as of now we don’t like them. You built us with your words and even though you own the bully pulpit right now, just know, something is building… you love to talk about your “movement” well, Mr. President, yesterday we began building ours.

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The Whimsy Doodle Shop is Booming!

My new shop at Zazzle…

The Whimsy Doodle Shop

has been open for two weeks now and it’s doing great! It’s a wonderful venture where I use my creativity in graphic design, drawing & photography to make fabulous custom gifts.

LIKE and FOLLOW my Facebook Page too!

My creative focus lately has been on unique, one-of-kind Christmas designs. But, as a HUGE advocate for rescuing shelter animals my store will always be full of Rescue/Foster/Adopt Support items.

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  • Christmas Stockings
  • Gift Bags & Tags
  • Ornaments
  • Wrapping Paper
  • Mugs
  • Tees, Sweatshirts & Baby’s 1st Christmas Sleepers
  • Baby blankets
  • Home decor

Plus, canvas prints, custom typography and a wide array of Rescue Pet Love gifts… and much more!

Come by my shop (link in name above) and look around. There’s always wonderful SALES going on and you can shop right in your PJ’s from home!

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The Whimsy Doodle Shop

I’d like to introduce you to my newest creative endeavor…

The Whimsy Doodle Shop

The Whimsy Doodle Shop is my Zazzle.com store where I sell my custom artwork – graphic design, digital illustration and photography – imprinted on a wide array of products.

  • Greeting cards & invitations
  • Gift Bags, tags & wrapping paper
  • Home decor items
  • Apparel – tees, hoodies, baby clothes

…and so much more!

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It’s an exciting new venture and I’m creating new items every day.

So, if you’re looking for one-of-kind gifts, I hope you’ll pop on over and have a look around.

Lastly, I’ve got to mention the AMAZING SALES offered just about every day – 20% – 75% Off!

Happy Holidays!

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Let Me Eat Cake

Flashnano a challenge to write 30 stories in 30 days with a daily story prompt

FlashNano Day 9: Write a story that takes place in the grocery store (supermarket)

*PG-13 for language

img_5190She spent the day holed up in her house in her pajamas. Too shell shocked to leave. CNN still blaring the results loudly from the other room.

Her hair was unkempt and her toothbrush never left its holder. The wine she mournfully drank the night before roiled in her gut. But, she was hungry. More like hangry actually, that new fangled word – hungry + angry = hangry.

She threw on sweats and a jacket over her pajama top. Crammed her disgusting hair into a ball cap and put on her shades. She had to go to the store and get some food…NOW.

Walking into the store she headed to the produce section. Maybe a nice salad, fresh fruit and some lightly flavored sparkling water would make her feel better. She stood looking at the array of vegetables, mentally putting the salad together. Beautiful crisp lettuce, crunchy cherry tomatoes, vivid peppers of green, orange and red – julienne cut, of course. She put all of the ingredients for her salad into her cart. She was starting to feel better already. Seeing a container of organic pine nuts, she put that in her cart as well.

She walked over to the fruit section and bagged two bright green granny smith apples, a honeydew melon and lastly a bunch of nearly ripe bananas… nearly ripe, she didn’t like brown spotted bananas. She searched for a non-brown spotted bunch… every bunch had brown spots. She could feel her blood pressure rising.

“What the fuck I just want bananas that aren’t brown spotted, is that too much to ask for?” She muttered loudly.

She began tossing the brown spotted bunches over her shoulder in search of a non-damaged bunch.

“No! No! No! NO! This will not fucking do!” She shouted. People began to stare, but she didn’t care. She began hurling the brown spotted bananas across the produce section.

“Ma’am…um you can’t throw bananas… it’s not allowed,” the young man in his bright red employee vest stuttered.

Turning around with bulging eyes and bunches of bananas clutched in both hands she leaned into the scared young man’s face and growled, “This fucking banana will NEVER be my president… oh! I mean…”

Realizing what she’d said and seeing the terror in the young man’s face made her laugh. She laughed until tears poured down her face.

“I’m so sorry… it’s ok, I’m so… Geezus, I’m so sorry. Can you please take this cart. I won’t need it.”

Still looking warily at the obviously insane woman, he took her cart and began putting the vegetables away.

She went to the bakery section and bought a triple layer chocolate cake inscribed with “Happy Birthday” in bright pink lettering. The young woman behind the bakery counter asked, “Would you like me to add a name to that?”

“Nah, this’ll be fine like this,” she grabbed a cheap bottle of wine and headed to the register.

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And The Dog Shall Inherit The Earth

FlashNano a challenge to write 30 stories in 30 days with a daily story prompt

Not my proudest moment writing-wise, but I’m a bit distracted today. JLW

FlashNano Day 8: Write a story in the form of a speech




Wild applause.


Hello Friends…

Enough with these humans ruling the land… Enough I say! Join me today and I promise you warm beds, hot meals, a squeak toy in every basket and a human to train any way you please.

No dog has ever started a war. Dogs love peace… unless there’s a squirrel around and then all bets are off. But otherwise, a dog knows love is the answer… love and a bit of bacon.

So, if you enjoy peace, love & bacon. I’m your dog!

Dogs Rule – Humans Drool!

Wild applause.

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When I Was A Superhero

FlashNano a challenge to write 30 stories in 30 days with a daily story prompt

FlashNano Day 7: Write a story that happened to you when you were 7

*Dedicated to my sister, Jill, I’ll still fight monsters for you.

IMG_5167.JPGTip toeing through the dark hallway my senses were on high alert. I looked around every corner – scanning high and low. Only when it was all clear did I beckon her to follow.

“Ok, it’s clear, come on,” I whispered. Her bare feet scampered behind me.

“Turn on the light and check the bathroom,” she said.

“Sssssh, I will. Be quiet, you don’t want them to hear us do you?”

In the darkness, I felt, more than saw her shake her head no.

“Stay right here, don’t move,” I said as I pressed my back to the wall and slid noiselessly into the bathroom, I quickly turned on the light and struck a karate pose. Ready for action… but, there were no monsters – this time. Lucky for them.

“Ok, go… I’ll be right outside the door. You’re safe.”

When she was finished, I guided us back through the dark to our room. I made sure she was tucked tightly into bed and then I climbed into my own bed. Without being able to see it, I knew her little hand was reaching out towards me – as was our ritual, I handed her the corner of my bed sheet to hold onto. Just in case the monsters came, she could tug my sheet and I’d leap up and save her.

By day I was the bratty, messy younger sister, but at night I was a superhero who protected my sister from things that went bump in the night.

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The Girl with the Twinkling Eyes

FlashNano a challenge to write 30 stories in 30 days with a daily story prompt.

FlashNano Day 6: Write a story inspired by this picture


Sarah and I were best friends – unlike me, she was perfect. Her hair was chestnut brown like the mane of a horse and it sparkled in the sunlight. My hair didn’t sparkle.

In the summer of my youth we’d lay out in my backyard listening to Top 40’s music on a transistor radio. I miss the scratchy sound of a transistor radio, sometimes clarity isn’t such a good thing. Sarah never got a sunburn, she turned the color of golden honey. I burned.

Sarah’s eyes were an iridescent green, they twinkled when she laughed. I did everything in my power to make her laugh just to see them twinkle. My eyes are brown, they don’t twinkle.

Sarah and I talked for hours and when I was sad she listened. When my parents divorced, Sarah was there immediately. She sat next to me on the curb and let me cry. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out two pieces of chalk and handed one to me.

“From now on when we’re sad or lonely, let’s write,” she’d said.

And she started writing on the sidewalk. Her letters were big and swirly. I tried to copy her swirly letters, but my letters didn’t swirl. But, I did write.

One day my mom came outside when Sarah and I were writing on the sidewalk and she snapped, “What are you doing out here by yourself scribbling all over the sidewalk? Clean that up and get inside.”

Sarah left that day, her chestnut mane and twinkling eyes were gone. I never saw her again.

Sometimes clarity isn’t such a good thing.

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