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@strategywoman I'm so glad you share the beauty of Ukrainian arts with us. It's so stunning. Thank you.

This round stove is made of authentic tiles from the late 19th-early 20th century. The tiles were manufactured at a factory in Kyiv. Gorgeous.

@LakotaMan1 Happy birthday kind sir. I hope all your wishes come true!

@Xenta777 I'm so very sorry. The nightmares your country people and your country have gone through due to one person's insanity is too much. My prayers are with you all daily.

I just talked on Telegram with my cousin Leonid's son Maxym It turns out Leonid's body was returned from russia to Ukraine in August 2025 The DNA test took a very long time Maxym has now received confirmation: Leonid was killed on November 7, 2024 Now they have to complete the paperwork Leonid will be buried in the village cemetery, near other Ukrainian heroes Honestly I'm absolutely devastated Yesterday I cried the whole evening Just imagine: Leonid was killed near Pokrovsk on the third day after arriving from the training camp I still can't believe my cousin is dead I can't accept it 💔

@Suzierizzo1 We watched that show as a family. It was a great show.

Diahann Carroll as Julia Baker in Julia a story about a widowed black woman raising her son in 1968 and dealing with Racism! 👇👇👇

@mikejwhelan You're a good man sir. I will miss your posts but I understand the reason to take a break. Caregiving is hard for all. Stay strong and I hope to see you again soon.

A DAY TO STEP AWAY AND THINK! by Michael Whelan I'll be back—don't know when but first, I need to step away. Not from love, not from purpose, not from the work—but from the relentless cruelty too many now mistake for righteousness. My dear friends, you cannot see the volume of hatred being hurled my way while I am trying to hold a collapsing life together with bare hands. I am a full-time caregiver, 24/7, to the woman I love as Parkinson’s dismantles her body and mind in ways no one prepares you for. I'm also caring for her mother who is dying from Vascular Dementia, I’m caring for myself with cancers and my service dog with a broken back and for history's sake I am also documenting this journey honestly—because history has taught us something painful but necessary: the images that break us are often the ones that wake us. Watching two planes tear into the World Trade Center shattered my heart forever, but those images did not scare the world away—they forced it to look, to reckon, to change. Words alone would never have done that. In the same way, the hardest images of this disease—uncomfortable, undignified, raw—are not exploitation; they are truth. If seeing a woman with Parkinson’s in visible distress, wearing Depends, is too much for you, then this documentary is not for you. You'd be best to pass on it. Advocacy is not meant to be easy on the eyes. Comfort has protected indifference for far too long. I understand some of your shock. Parkinson’s does suck—there’s no polite way to say that. But here’s the question I’ve asked myself almost every day for seven years: when someone is living under constant duress, writing over a million words, producing nearly a hundred videos, caring for those he doesn't even know caregiving around the clock—mistakes will happen. That is not malice; that is humanity under pressure. That is precisely why platforms created the DM button and a delete button. A quiet message could have resolved an issue with grace and decency. Instead, some chose public attacks—loud, performative, and cruel—stirring the pot the way bots and trolls do, mistaking volume for virtue. That won’t stop me. It never has. What is almost never acknowledged is that caregivers suffer too—quietly, endlessly, invisibly. We are the scaffolding that never sleeps, the witnesses no one asks about, the ones expected to endure without recognition or mercy. Sharing what some wish had been hidden has not scared me away—you have pushed me into a deeper, clearer space where I can focus on what is inevitable and what still must change. If you have energy for fake bravado, use it where it actually matters—on the people lying alone in hospital beds, frightened, voiceless, and unseen. Mercy begins with seeing. Love requires staying. And real change only comes when we stop putting our heads in the sand when reality is hard to look at. For that clarity, I am grateful. Thank you.💙

@strategywoman And I am grateful for you.

I see soooooo much hate on X – bots, trolls, and idiots. Grateful for the kind people who are still here. Thank you.

@strategywoman Thank you for sharing your Christmas with us. I've enjoyed seeing everything and the resolve of the Ukrainian people is amazing. You're in my prayers daily.

That’s it for my Christmas posts this year. If you’ve enjoyed what I shared these Christmas days, or simply want to see more of Ukraine through my eyes, you can join my Patreon. Some people left – that’s life. I keep doing what I do, because it matters.

@DeniseKeirstea1 @allenanalysis Where... I want to see before it's too late. Please.

@allenanalysis We just watched it. Awful.

BREAKING: CBS is now filing copyright takedowns to scrub copies of the banned 60 Minutes CECOT segment. They didn’t just pull the story. They’re trying to erase it. That tells you everything.

@strategywoman God bless this sweet woman. I pray for this unnecessary war Russia started to end soon and Ukraine to start rebuilding and return to its culture , arts, and crafts.

@moe67 hey my friend... Just thinking about you today. Sending prayers for a calm peaceful day. Xo

@TMobile please follow me so that I can send you a DM on a specific tech agent that I encountered yesterday. Thank you very much.

@strategywoman Absolutely... I would love reading that.

I’ve been reading about bread (yes, I’ve started my journey into the history of Ukrainian cuisine.) And now I know why my grandma always gave me the first slice of bread. According to old beliefs, those first slices drew attention to whoever ate them. She wanted me to be loved. Sweet. Should I write about bread superstitions and old traditions in Ukraine?

@GAfamilyTV Can you please share the link to the Great American Family movie checklist? I can't seem to find it and it disappeared from my older phone. Thanks so much for your help.

Mark your calendar! @danicamckellar & @TrevDon star in 'Grounded in Love' — begin streaming August 7 on @PureFlix & premieres September 27 on Great American Family! ✈️ Read more at bit.ly/43OZ3Sn

@GAfamilyTV can you please send me a link to your movie checklist app on Android. I can't seem to find it in the Play Store. Thank you so very much.

@screwthechew I miss AMC still.

@moe67 Happy birthday my friend.. I hope it's been a great day and you're enjoying the evening. Love you Moe.

@BirdladyDrin heaven

@gemzee66 happy birthday! I hope you're getting spoiled by friends and family today. Xoxo

@Jubilee4Jesus Unroll please @threaderapp

I was 12 yrs old when my mother lost the ability to parent me safely. I was taken from her & put into a huge, scary children's shelter. It took a long time but they finally found someone who would take in a deeply troubled, rather wild child like me. Mama Essie was a black woman & I had a black foster sister, too. A second one came later. She had three of us little hooligans. And oh what a hooligan I was! I wasn't all that nice to her. I stole from her. I ran up her phone bill calling my boyfriend. When she put a lock on the dial-up phone, I broke it. I was a mess & a handful. I eventually ran away & was put back in the shelter & never saw her again. I'm sure I broke her heart. And... The foundation of EVERYTHING I know about grace, abt dignity, abt fashion, makeup, hair care (I still use a pick), elegance, excellence, self-care, patience, love, goodness, generocity & fierceness in the face of pain came from my Mama Essie. She was one of the highest ranking civilians in the military in the US, female & black no less! In the 80s! She had severe eye issues, maybe even a glass eye. She SINGLE PARENTED three hurting foster TEENS. She owned her own house. In the 80s she took in a wild, ignorant WHITE child. Y'all, it wasn't the done thing in that area. Talk about badass!!!! Whatever good there is abt who I am, where I am, how I am it is due to the foundation she laid. She showed me kindness, wasn't bowled over by my sass & taught me things my own mom never did/could. I don't know why she came to mind today but the tears are rolling, the heart is welling & I so want to honor her today with this little public rememberence. I tried to find her & haven't yet. Mama Essie, if you're still with us or peering through the windows of heaven...thank you. From the bottom of my heart. I heard you. I saw you. You made a difference, more than you'll ever know.