Rants, raves, and rages from a Midwest mom, musician, and malcontent. I had a dream last night. In this dream, we were building something, possibly to combat a menace of some sort. Not quite the zombie apocalypse, but we were certainly banding together, working toward a common goal. It was no longer a faceless stranger, but it was my father. For those unaware, I lost my dad when I was 15 years old.

Dreaming of a world that remembers how to talk to one another. Is a family of blogs authored by Kristin Hacker, a Missouri native, with 15 years experience as a writer and editor. She has a lot on her mind, and she wants to share.

A commentary on politics, hypocrisy, and the state of the Union. A house divided against itself cannot stand. I do not expect the house to fall - but I do expect it will cease to be divided. It will become all one thing, or the other. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

I had a customer send in a complaint and if I had taken it over the phone there is absolutely no way I could have done it without busting out laughing. Not completely unheard of in my world. Not sure if that actually qualifies as traumatic, but still eeeeeeeeewwwwwwwww! .