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Go Tenn! Domestic Violence registry
12/30/2025

Go Tenn! Domestic Violence registry

12/29/2025

The longer a woman stays abstinent,
the more supernatural her discernment becomes.

Because when you remove lust from the equation,
you finally see people clearly.

You notice the red flags faster.
The inconsistent energy.
The manipulative charm.
The sweet talk with no intention behind it.

You stop confusing chemistry with character.
You stop mistaking attention for love.

Abstinence sharpens you.
It quiets the noise.
It strengthens your boundaries.
It protects your spirit from bonding with the wrong person.

And the more you protect your body,
the more you protect your peace.

So yes, she can tell now.
She can feel what’s real.
She can sense what’s fake.

Because she’s not led by desire anymore.
She’s led by discernment.
And that is power.

🚫 Patriarchy & Racism
12/27/2025

🚫 Patriarchy & Racism

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12/27/2025

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It’s only our belief in what’s possible that sets the limits. 🌌💡 How much do you believe you can achieve?

"Every single person uses the same infinite intelligence, and each person uses it as much as they believe they can to fulfill their desires."

🌿 🐓
12/27/2025

🌿 🐓

Adding herbs to a chicken run does more than give your flock something fun to peck at. 🐔 Many of these plants naturally support digestion, help reduce stress, and can even discourage pests around the coop. Fresh herbs also encourage natural foraging behavior, which keeps chickens active and curious throughout the day.

Good story
12/26/2025

Good story

Her husband had her locked away for disagreeing with him — what she did next changed the law for every woman in America.
June 18, 1860. Elizabeth Packard was at home with her six children when her husband Theophilus arrived with the county sheriff and a doctor she'd never met. She was 43 years old, a devoted mother, a capable homemaker, and—according to Illinois law—her husband's legal property.
Theophilus had made a decision. Elizabeth would be committed to the Illinois State Hospital for the Insane.
Her crime? She'd questioned his strict Calvinist theology. She'd attended a different church. She'd expressed opinions he found inappropriate for a wife. She'd dared to think for herself.
Under Illinois law in 1860, that was enough. A husband could institutionalize his wife without trial, without medical evidence, without proof of any kind. He simply had to claim she was insane, and two doctors—who didn't need to actually examine her—would sign the papers.
Elizabeth begged. She pleaded. She argued that she was perfectly sane. None of it mattered.
The sheriff took her away from her children, who ranged in age from 18 months to 18 years. She would not see them again for three years.
Inside the asylum, Elizabeth discovered something that transformed her horror into purpose: she wasn't alone.
The wards were full of women whose only "madness" was inconvenience. Wives who'd challenged their husbands' authority. Daughters who'd refused arranged marriages. Women who'd inherited money their male relatives wanted to control. Women who were too opinionated, too independent, too unwilling to be silent.
Some were genuinely mentally ill and deserved compassionate treatment they rarely received. But many—far too many—were simply women who'd broken the unwritten rule: obey without question.
Elizabeth could have despaired. Instead, she observed, documented, and planned.
She kept meticulous journals, recording conditions in the asylum and the stories of women trapped there. She wrote letters smuggled out by sympathetic staff. She maintained her sanity through the very act of witnessing and recording the insanity of the system that imprisoned her.
The asylum superintendent, Dr. Andrew McFarland, became convinced that Elizabeth was perfectly sane. He repeatedly told her he would release her immediately—if she would simply admit she'd been wrong to question her husband's authority.
Elizabeth refused.
She would not lie to gain freedom. She would not validate a system that allowed husbands to imprison inconvenient wives. She would not admit to insanity she didn't have simply to escape an institution she never should have been in.
So she stayed. And she planned.
After three years, in 1863, Theophilus finally released her—but not because he'd changed his mind. The law had changed, making it slightly harder to keep someone confined indefinitely without cause. He brought her home but kept her locked in the nursery, effectively a prisoner in her own house.
But Elizabeth had spent three years preparing. When neighbors discovered her confinement and helped her escape, she didn't just run. She fought back.
She demanded a jury trial to prove her sanity. In January 1864, she stood before a court and defended her own mind, her own right to think, her own humanity. The trial became a sensation. Newspapers covered it. The public was riveted.
After just seven minutes of deliberation, the jury declared her sane.
But winning her freedom wasn't enough. Elizabeth understood that every woman remained vulnerable to the same abuse she'd suffered. So she channeled her rage into reform.
She wrote books exposing the asylum system and wrongful confinement. "Modern Persecution, or Insane Asylums Unveiled" became a bestseller, shocking readers with firsthand accounts of abuse and corruption. She traveled the country giving lectures, lobbying state legislatures, demanding change.
Her advocacy was relentless and effective. Between 1864 and 1898, she successfully pushed for "personal liberty laws" in Illinois, Iowa, Maine, and Massachusetts—laws that made it significantly harder to commit someone to an asylum without proper medical examination and legal process.
Most importantly, she fought for married women's rights to their own minds. Because of Elizabeth's work, husbands could no longer unilaterally institutionalize their wives. Women gained legal standing to challenge wrongful commitment. The burden of proof shifted from the victim to the accuser.
The changes didn't come easily. Elizabeth faced fierce opposition from doctors who resented her interference, husbands who wanted to maintain absolute authority, and a society uncomfortable with women who refused to be silent.
But she'd spent three years locked in an asylum for speaking her mind. After that, no amount of criticism or resistance could intimidate her into silence.
Elizabeth Packard never reconciled with her husband. Theophilus kept custody of their younger children, using his legal power to punish her defiance until his death. The personal cost of her resistance was devastating and permanent.
But her public victory was transformative.
She didn't just save herself—she created legal protections for countless women who came after her. She exposed an abuse that society had tacitly accepted and forced the nation to confront its complicity. She proved that one woman's refusal to accept injustice could shift the foundation of law itself.
Elizabeth died in 1897 at age 81, having spent more than three decades fighting for reforms that protected vulnerable people from wrongful confinement. Her legacy lives on in mental health law, patients' rights protections, and the principle that no one—regardless of gender or marital status—should be imprisoned for inconvenient thoughts.
Her story reminds us that progress often begins with one person's refusal to accept what everyone else considers normal. That systemic change starts when someone says "this is wrong" and refuses to stop saying it until others finally listen.
Elizabeth Packard's husband tried to silence her by calling her insane.
Instead, she used her voice to change the law—and gave every woman the right to her own mind.
Sometimes the most radical act isn't violence or revolution. It's simply refusing to pretend that injustice is acceptable.
And sometimes one woman's defiance is enough to crack the foundation of an entire system built on silence.

📄 🖋️
12/26/2025

📄 🖋️

Dallas, Texas, 1954. Bette Nesmith Graham was drowning.
She was a divorced single mother raising her young son Michael on a secretary's salary of $300 a month. She'd dropped out of high school, and her typing skills were honestly terrible. But she needed this job at Texas Bank & Trust desperately—she was the sole provider for her family.
The problem? Her boss demanded perfection from an imperfect typist using newly-installed IBM electric typewriters that made mistakes nearly impossible to correct.
One error meant retyping an entire page. Sometimes multiple pages. Hours of work erased by a single slip of the finger. The new carbon-film ribbons made pencil erasers useless—they just smudged the page into an even worse mess.
Bette was drowning in her own mistakes, terrified every day that she'd lose the job her family depended on.
Then one December day in 1954, she watched artists painting holiday decorations on the bank's windows. She noticed something that changed everything: when they made a mistake, they didn't start over. They simply painted over the error and continued.
Why couldn't she do the same with typing?
That night in her kitchen, Bette mixed water-based tempera paint in her blender, carefully tinting it to match the bank's stationery. She poured it into a small bottle, grabbed a watercolor brush, and brought it to work the next day.
The first time she painted over a typo, her heart pounded. Would it show? Would her boss notice?
It dried perfectly. Her boss never noticed the correction.
Bette had just invented something that would change the world—she just didn't know it yet.
Other secretaries noticed. They started asking for bottles of her "magic paint." She began mixing batches in her kitchen after work, calling it "Mistake Out," filling bottles by hand with help from her teenage son Michael and his friends, paying them $1 an hour.
What started as survival became something bigger.
By 1957, she was selling about 100 bottles per month out of her house. In 1958, she renamed the product "Liquid Paper" and began applying for patents. Orders flooded in after an office supply magazine featured it—500 inquiries from a single article. General Electric placed a massive order for over 400 bottles in three colors.
But juggling her day job with a rapidly growing business was becoming impossible. She'd work all day as a secretary, then stay up all night filling orders, answering letters, perfecting her formula.
Then came the mistake that changed everything.
In 1958, exhausted from working two full-time jobs, Bette accidentally signed a bank letter with "The Mistake Out Company" instead of her employer's name.
She was fired on the spot.
Many would have seen it as devastating failure. Bette saw it as freedom.
With no job holding her back, she threw herself into Liquid Paper full-time. She formalized her business, improved her formula, secured major clients. In 1962, she married salesman Robert Graham, who joined her in building the company.
The growth was extraordinary. By 1968, Liquid Paper had its own automated production facility in Dallas. By 1975, the company was producing 25 million bottles per year and selling in 31 countries worldwide.
But success brought new battles. Her husband tried to wrest control of the company away from her, attempting to change her formula and strip her of royalty rights. She fought back, maintained her 49% stake, and filed for divorce in 1975.
In 1979, Bette Nesmith Graham—high school dropout, fired secretary, single mother who'd once cried over money worries—sold Liquid Paper to the Gillette Corporation for $47.5 million.
She didn't just take the money and disappear. She used her fortune to establish two foundations supporting women in business and the arts. She designed her company with radical ideas for the 1970s: on-site childcare, employee libraries, participatory decision-making. She believed business could be built on dignity, not just profit.
Bette died in 1980, just six months after the sale, at age 56 from complications of a stroke. Her son Michael—who'd once filled Liquid Paper bottles for $1 an hour in her kitchen—inherited half her estate: over $25 million.
You might know Michael better as Mike Nesmith of The Monkees. He continued his mother's philanthropic work, later telling David Letterman: "She had a vision... she built it into a big multimillion-dollar international corporation and saved the lives of a lot of secretaries."
The irony is perfect: A woman fired for making a mistake built an empire by helping millions of others fix theirs.
Before Liquid Paper, a single typo could mean hours of lost work and the constant fear of being fired for imperfection. After Liquid Paper, mistakes became fixable in seconds. Bette Nesmith Graham didn't just invent correction fluid—she gave people permission to be imperfect and still succeed.
Her story isn't really about white paint in a bottle. It's about what happens when someone refuses to accept that there's no solution. It's about turning your biggest weakness into your greatest strength. It's about looking at a problem everyone accepted as unsolvable and thinking, "There has to be a better way."
And there was. She just had to invent it herself.
The mistake that got her fired became the fortune that set her free.
Sometimes the best correction isn't on the page—it's the one you make to your own life.

✍🏿
12/26/2025

✍🏿

That quote from Shirley Temple Black always makes me smile, because it captures the exact moment when childhood wonder collides with reality. Imagine being a kid, walking into a department store, expecting Santa Claus himself, and instead realizing he knows ‘you’. Not because you’re on the nice list, but because your face is on movie posters and marquees. That’s not just the end of believing in Santa, that’s the end of believing the world works the way kids think it does.

For most of us, the truth about Santa slips in quietly. A misplaced gift receipt. A suspiciously familiar handwriting on the tags. A whispered conversation we weren’t supposed to hear. But for Shirley Temple, it was public and unavoidable. The man in the red suit didn’t carry mystery - he carried recognition. And suddenly, the magic flipped roles.

There’s something bittersweet about that moment. It’s funny, sure, but it’s also a reminder of how fragile wonder is. Once the curtain’s pulled back, even a little, you can’t unsee what’s behind it. Childhood has these invisible doors, and once you walk through them, they don’t swing back open.

That’s why the quote lingers. It isn’t really about Santa at all. It’s about that instant when innocence gives way to awareness, when the world stops performing just for you and starts asking things of you instead. Autographs. Answers. Maturity.

Maybe that’s why we work so hard to keep the magic alive for kids. We know exactly how quickly it can disappear. And once it’s gone, all you can do is smile at the memory and maybe laugh at how Santa knew your name before you knew the truth.

12/24/2025

Blood is lost in periods.

Calcium is lost in childbirth.
Energy is lost in endless work — physical, emotional, and invisible labor that rarely gets acknowledged.

Women give and give in ways that are biological, societal, and deeply personal. Their bodies endure cycles, their minds carry mental loads, and their hearts absorb pressure that often goes unseen. And yet, after all of this sacrifice, resilience, and endurance, women are still dismissed, minimized, and labeled “too emotional.”

As if emotion is weakness.
As if strength doesn’t come from feeling deeply.
As if endurance doesn’t require heart, patience, and empathy.

The truth is, women aren’t too emotional — they are exhausted, aware, and human in a world that asks for everything and offers little understanding in return.

💞 Feminism
12/24/2025

💞 Feminism

We need feminism because violence is not equal, and pretending it is only protects abusers.

The data consistently shows a brutal imbalance.
Women are overwhelmingly harmed, terrorized, and killed by intimate partners at rates men simply are not.

This isn’t about hating men.
It’s about naming patterns.

It’s about safety.
Accountability.
Survival.

Feminism exists because too many women are taught to endure abuse quietly, forgive quickly, and stay alive politely.

When one group lives with constant risk in their own homes, equality is not optional.
It’s necessary.

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