First things first: I’m the realist. See what I did there?

I’m not an author. I’d consider myself a writer only in the sense that I know what words are and how to string them together into relatively coherent sentences. I didn’t start this blog to build an empire. I started it because this world is noisy, dishonest, and quite frankly, mostly unhinged. I couldn’t pretend I didn’t notice anymore.

True to my Southern roots, I like to think I have a sharp eye, a steady voice, and a deep belief in common sense. I’ve lived long enough to know that you don’t need a fancy title to see what’s real, and you don’t need permission to say it. Out loud.

There’s a lot I don’t know and don’t understand.
There’s also a lot I do.

This space is for those quietly watching this circus unfold, and wondering when basic truth became controversial.

Here, I’ll say them.

Not to be rude. Not to be edgy. But because it matters.

If you’re looking for theater, grandstanding, and outrage, I’m afraid this isn’t that type of establishment. You also won’t find any fluff.

And while strong opinions are welcome, rudeness isn’t. I won’t engage in it, and I won’t let it live here. Productive conversations don’t require cruelty. Disagreement isn’t disrespect. Two things can be true at the same time.

If you’re in the mood for a calm-but-firm take on politics, culture, and what’s happening in the world around us, pull up a chair.