Most Influential Blogger Award

most-influential-blogger-e1364230844577Thank you Shaun at Praying for One Day for nominating me for the Most Influential Blogger Award. You’re such a sweetheart. I don’t know if I’m much of an influence since I started writing fiction, but thank you again. You’re a doll.


1-Display the award logo on your blog.

2-Link back to the person who nominated you.

3-Answer 7 questions.

4-Nominate ( no limit of nominations ) other bloggers for this award and link back to them.

5-Notify those bloggers of the award requirements.

The 7 Questions (Can you all please answer the same questions) Thanks 


1-If you could create your planet what would it look like? – It’d be a beach, honey. With no war. Peaceful. Lots of books. Endless supplies of paper, pencils, pens, and story ideas.

2-If you could visit one nation you have never visited before, what nation would that be?- The UK. I feel a strong pull to London. I don’t know if it’s because I’m totally in love with Robert Pattinson or not. Maybe it’s because I love a good British accent, and a strong cup of tea.

3-Have you ever taken a long distance train trip? – I think so. I traveled from Windsor to Toronto to see The Phantom of the Opera at the Pantages Theater. One of my most memorable trips ever.

4-What is something you would collectively change about humanity? – Thieves and liars. Basically the entire Republican Party. Politics suck!

5-What is your favorite song? Of all time, Bridge Over Troubled Water by Simon and Garfunkel. Right now, I Will Wait for You by Mumford and Sons. Anything by Florence + The Machine.

6-If you could meet one person who is still alive who would you choose to meet? – Florence Welch from Florence + The Machine. She has been my muse on more than one occasion.

7-If you could choose one symbol to represent you, what would that symbol be and why? –  Marilyn, of course, because her heart beats in my chest. She and I would have been quite a force to be reckoned with. (She was more than a sex symbol. More than an icon. She was so human. So real, she couldn’t live with herself. All she wanted was love and adoration.)


I now nominate some bloggers, the limit can be 1 or 100, your choice.

1. As Long As I’m Singing (He is the best brother a girl like me could ever wish for)

2. Expressions of My Life-An Evolution in Art (My dear B is such a good man, and marvelous artist)

3. Gorgeous Company (What can I say about Geoffrey, but WOW!)

4. The Change Your Life Blog (Stu is the man. And he’s British too.)

5. Cat Forsley (Pretty Kitty Cat. My punkin)

6. Morbid Insanity (One word. Stupendous!)

7. The Other Side of Ugly (Sweet Sherri, sigh….)

8. Alice Thierry/Je vis ma vie (We must have SOME erotica. AT is one of the best)

9. The Reclining Gentleman (What can I say, I love this guy. AND he let me write with him. Once.)

Love you my friends. So very much….

A Message from the Great Bill Hicks

Not much to say on this Monday afternoon. I know you’re all completely shocked! All I want to say is vote tomorrow. I don’t give a shit who you vote for. Actually, I do. I’m a liberal. I’m a big mouth. I give a shit about marriage equality. I give a shit about the right for a woman to choose a safe abortion. I believe in liberty and justice for all. Not just rich, white people. I believe that everyone is created equal. I believe that we are all the same and should get paid the same. I believe in a person’s right to worship to their own god. I’m a Christian, but I have no right to persuade anyone into believing that my God is the one true god. For me, he is. I believe that Jesus was the first hippie liberal. And I will follow his doctrine to love everyone.

As you can see I also believe in Bill Hicks. I loved that man. He was not only funny, but he told it like it was and still is. Let us go out there and use our brains when we vote tomorrow. Make the right choice. We need to change. We need to evolve. We need to be better.

Yes, I will vote for Obama.

Not because he’s black. Not because he’s the best man for the job. But because he is more like me. His family is more like my family. I do believe he is genuine. I’m not a political pundit. I try my best to watch MSNBC and stay informed. I don’t believe the man is infallible. Anyone that thinks that about their president, needs their head examined. I want our country to head in the right direction. I do believe with Obama at the helm, he will. At least I pray that he does.

Oh yeah and like my FB author page. I guess I get more treats after I reach 200 or more likes. I need 39 more to reach that goal. Who the hell knows what I’ll get. Could be a kick in the pants for all I know.

I Still Love You, New York

I remember the day the world stop turning. I remember where I was, and how I felt. The helplessness. I remember watching it unfold on television. I realized right then that our lives would never be the same. The security I felt, was gone. The arrogance of knowing what a great country I lived in, was gone. The innocence of my children, was gone. What it was replaced with was fear. What would happen next? When? Where? Why? How?

We had news feeds going on all of the televisions in the SSW. Classes were eventually canceled for the rest of the day. Staff were told to go home. We weren’t getting anything done anyway. We were too devastated. So many of my colleagues and friends were trying to get through to loved ones that were in NYC, and DC. Everything was jammed up. No calls in or out. When I got home I turned on the news. We had satellite television so our local stations came out of NYC. I live in Michigan. Go figure. I was riveted. I watched every bit of coverage that I could. I sat and cried. I listened to the screams and the cries as the towers came down. I saw the horror on the onlookers faces. The dust, the debris, the screaming, the running, the blood, all of it. I thought of the human wreckage. I thought of what to tell my children when they came home from school. The questions that they would have. Like why would people we don’t know want to hurt people that they don’t know? How do you answer that? How do you tell a 9 and 10 year old that there is evil in this world that can’t be explained? How? I thought of the intense hatred I felt for whoever did this to us.

A few years later I stood at Ground Zero. It was Fall. The air was cool. The sky partly cloudy. The patches of blue in the sky were lit by a beautiful Fall sun. I looked into the tomb. The group of teenagers I was with, were being respectful. Which was unusual. Hell, it was unusual for this sparkly, crazy momma to be respectful. But we all knew we were at a grave site. That it was our duty to be respectful. We looked at pictures, flowers and other artifacts that were placed on the various fences. We took pictures. K and I cried. It took us back to that day. It was strange being there. In such a loud and vibrant city, it was so peaceful. We went across the street to St. Paul’s Church and went inside. There were shrines, notes, flowers, posters, pictures. Everything you could think of. We didn’t speak. We just took it all in. We lit candles. I know, I know I’m no fan of organized religion. But I’m a Christian first and foremost, so I lit a damn candle. I said prayers for those taken from us, the survivors, the first responders. Everyone of us.

I think about the folks in the towers before they collapsed. I think about making the choice to jump or burning to death. I’m sure I would have jumped. I would have grabbed my Broseph’s R and K. My two favorite colleagues that I wouldn’t mind dying with. I would have wrapped my arms around them, kissed them both sweetly and passionately. Hell if you’re going to die, you might as well go out with a bang. I would have locked hands with them and jumped. We would have prayed to sprout wings on our descent. But known we would have earned them on impact.

In the days, months and years that followed people have asked me, did I know anyone that died. No I didn’t. I knew none of them, but I knew all of them. They were humans sharing my planet, my country. Therefore I mourn for them. They were people with families, with lives to live, bills to pay, babies to be born, and shit to do. So because they were all of those things and more I mourn for them. We all do. We always will. I still believe I live in the greatest country in the world. I do. I still believe that if you work hard you can make it here. That we have endless opportunities and we have endless possibilities. Planes crashing into buildings and killing thousands did not dampen our American spirit. I believe it only intensified it. It also brought other countries to our side. We did not realize how much we were loved until tragedy hit. But isn’t that the way it usually happens? You never know how strong you are until tragedy does hit? And hit us it did. Every single one of us, whether we knew someone personally that died or not. It changed us. All of us. Forever.

The word of the day is !VAGINA!

Yes today’s word is VAGINA. Seems you can now get banned for saying the word in the Michigan House of Representatives. I was flabbergasted. Appalled. Fucking pissed. All of that and more, as I watched The Ed Show and Rachel Maddow on MSNBC. I was screaming fuck you at my television several times during the segments featuring a courageous female lawmaker from Michigan. She did not mince words. She was strong in her conviction. She spoke up. And for it she was shushed. Like it was 100 years ago. Like her opinion didn’t matter. She used the word vagina. A technical, scientific term, during her speech. She was fighting for our rights as women to safe and legal abortion. Especially if the woman’s health is in jeopardy. She was NOT allowed to participate in the debate, because she used the word vagina. She is now banned indefinitely from speaking on the floor of the House. It’s bullshit!

Would they have preferred Lisa Brown use the word cunt? Maybe the speaker would have preferred she use the word Hoo Hoo. Maybe if the speaker would pay attention to the vagina he had at home, he would leave ours alone. I really don’t think, no I know, it is not for a  man to decide when and if I get an abortion. What I do with my vagina. I’m so proud of Lisa Brown. I’m proud of her for speaking up. No, means no. I’m glad this has caused controversy. I’m proud that there are women like her, that will speak up. I want to contribute to her re-election campaign. I want the Republicans to fall. To get out of my cunt. And every single other one in this state!

For the love of Facebook…

People have really gotten comfortable not only sharing more information and different kinds, but more openly and with more people – and that social norm is just something that has evolved over time. –Mark Zuckerberg

Yes I am a Facebook addict, whore, trollop, troll, slut, etc. Whatever you want to call it I am. I wear the label proudly. I’m a social person. Always have been. I do not apologize for this behavior. Even when I was disrupting the other students in the classroom and was sent out in the hall in elementary school. It mortified my mother that I was always “too social”. My therapist tells me I have a magnetic personality. That people are drawn to me like a moth to a flame. I don’t know about that, but I do know I LOVE to talk and people usually  listen. I think they listen mostly because I don’t use my inside voice too often. I do tend to be a bit brazen and loud. I love to say what’s on my mind. Even if what I have to say is deemed inappropriate by other people. What I say is usually what’s on the minds of others anyway, they’re just afraid to say it out loud.

I just checked my timeline and it appears that I started using FB back in 2008. It doesn’t seem that long ago…. I like timeline by the way. All you haters in FB land need to get with the program. The only constant in this life is change. Change is good. And it makes a jingling noise in your pocket (Harry, it’s a pun, I thought you’d like it). 🙂 No really, change is good. If we become stagnant, we die…..

I post and share a lot. I try to limit myself throughout the day though because I was getting really annoying about it. I was doing it WAY too much! I’m much more selective in what I post now. If I find an inspiring quote or passage I save it and then post it to my Need Inspiration photo album. I’ve recently created an author page called Renee Homan Heath Blog Goddess on FB. I’m getting a few likes here and there but I’m still not really sure what I’m supposed to be doing with it. Oh well, I’m learning as I go…. I’m a bit of a music whore too so I post a lot of videos. My musical taste is eclectic. I could post videos on dubstep, rock, punk, reggae, dance. Hell who knows. I’ll listen to anything….

FB taught me how to write. It brought Lisa to me one day and she told me that I had a talent. That I should blog so I can share it with others. That’s why I do this now. It brought me the Tracys. Two girls I so wanted to be friends with in high school, but was absolutely scared to death of. I love them both so much! I’ve told Roger Darling that if I ever go on life support he has to wait to pull the plug until Tracy from West Virginia gets to the hospital to say goodbye. She’s my sister from another mister and my split apart. I love her. I love the other Tracy too but she’s in Saline. She’d get to my bedside faster that WV Tracy would…. It brought me Sher, my biggest cheerleader when it comes to writing. She’s such a farm girl. I love her filthy mouth. Some of the things she says just floor me and make me laugh hysterically. And there’s Annie, one of my oldest and dearest friends. Our relationship fell by the way for many, many years. But because of FB we reconnected. We learned to love one another again. I can’t imagine not having her in my life. There’s Lo Lo, my nearest and dearest. The one who’s been with me for 30 years. She’s never judged and has always loved me. Through everything. There’s Harry, the best guy in my life besides Roger Darling and Adam. And Tina Lynn, and Janie and Rae Rae, and Ronnie, and Franky. And so on, and so on, and so on.  I love them all. They love me. They love my posts. They love what I write. They complete me.

So don’t judge me because I’m a FB whore, trollop, addict, troll, slut, etc. If it hadn’t been for FB I wouldn’t have found my calling. I wouldn’t have found my way. And I wouldn’t have found all of you, dear readers. If you want to friend me, please do. Either my personal page or my author page. I may just post something that you can relate to, that will make you laugh, or make you cry. You just never, ever know…..

Unless you are my partner or my doctor stay the FUCK out of my cunt!

“There is something reassuring about the toilets. Bodily functions at least remain democratic. Everybody shits, as Moira would say.” Chapter 39, The Handmaid’s Tale

I have been fuming in the last couple of days. Oh hell I’ve been fuming for the last couple of years. I’ve been standing in the middle of my living screaming at my husband. He and I love a good debate. He loves my passion but dammit I’m so fucking mad I could just lose my ever loving mind! I’ve so had it with the Republicans. I am so tired of them trying to take women’s health, work lives, family lives, and rights back at least 400 years! What gives them the right to decide what happens to my uterus? Whether or not I want to have a child? An affordable mammogram? A safe abortion if I so choose. Which I did choose, when I was 17. It was the right decision for me at the time. It was. I will never be sorry for it. But I’m thankful that it was safe and legal and I didn’t have to stick a coat hanger up into me or pay an exorbitant amount of money to have one done in a back alley or my home. And then have to deal with the fact that I could have hemorrhaged and died right in my fucking bathroom.

I’m SO PISSED OFF! NO one but me, my partner, and my doctor should decide on my health and my care. I don’t need some fucking bastard working for Santorum’s campaign, Foster Friess,telling a woman to put an aspirin between her knees for proper birth control. WTF is that?????? ASSHOLE! I want my daughter, my daughter’s daughter, and my daughter’s daughter’s daughter to be whatever and whoever she wants to be. Whether she’s straight, gay, single, married, a mother, not a mother. Whatever she decides, she should be able to do on her fucking own!

How about we give the Republicans and the Religious Right all of the unwanted babies to raise. They want to cut government program and outlaw abortion, let them raise the babies!!!!! They won’t do it. Women who have unwanted pregnancies come from all walks of life and social backgrounds. We are poor, we are rich, we are old, we are young, we educated, we are uneducated, we are every woman that has become pregnant and afraid and thankful that we have a choice!

This is NOT a patriarchy. This is not The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood. If you are a woman, man, teenager, anyone, read it. It will freak you right the hell out. Because that’s where this country is headed if we allow the Republicans to decide the future of women’s healthcare and rights. They will use us as cattle, and make us breeders, barefoot, pregnant, miserable and killing ourselves, our children and/or our husbands.

Did I make you think? Did I make you question anything? If I did, good! Make sure you vote in November and get those son of a bitches out of office. Keep Obama in. I’m not saying that everything is perfect and hunky dory with Obama but dammit he gives a shit about us!