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Official Statement: My Journey (Still Winning Though)

I am a proud woman. Strong. Resilient. Built Ford-tough with just a touch of emotional instability during March Madness. And while I’ve faced many challenges in life… nothing quite prepared me for what happened yesterday. Duke. A buzzer beater. The moment came when I was finally settling into a dangerous level of confidence. It wasn’t perfect—mistakes had been made—but we had battled back. Me from the armchair. Them from the court. A true partnership. Ten seconds left. We had possession. And then… A decision was made. A bad pass. Not just bad— horrendous . The kind of choice that makes you question everything you thought you knew about basketball, life, and trust. Turnover. And then… a 35-foot three. Braylon Mullins. Let me be clear: Braylon Mullins was 0-for-4 from three-point range. Zero. For. Four. And yet—naturally—he chose that exact moment to hit the most important shot of his life for UConn. Of course he did. That tracks. Meanwhile, Cameron Boozer stood there after the game—eye ...
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Spiritual Warfare: When the Ground Shakes Beneath Our Faith

When Certainty Crumbles There was a time when I felt sure-footed in both faith and politics. I thought I understood who the good guys were, who stood for God, and which side carried truth. But lately, the world feels upside down. The ground beneath me quakes, and the walls of Jericho seem ready to tumble, not from the trumpet blasts of faith, but from the noise of endless voices all claiming to hold the truth. Every headline feels like a battlefield. One group says this is righteousness, another says that is justice. Israel, once held as the sacred thread of God’s chosen people, is now tangled in a web of politics, agendas, and ancient wounds reopened. I find myself asking, Who do we believe anymore? The War for Truth I’ve learned this, spiritual warfare isn’t always about demons in the dark, sometimes it’s about deception in plain sight. It’s about sifting truth from propaganda, love from hatred, faith from fear. We can love the Jewish people as Scripture commands and still question...

New Planner Season Has Begun!

  If you’re anything like me, that crisp feeling in the air means one thing—it’s planner season. I’ve rounded up my favorite planners, pens, and accessories for those of us who live by the Dec–Nov rhythm (because who wants to start fresh in January when life starts revving up in December?). Whether you’re a list-maker, a color-coder, or someone just trying to keep track of the chaos—these finds are pretty, practical, and budget-friendly. 🖊️ My current obsessions: – Smooth-as-butter fine point pens (because smudges are for amateurs) – Glitter gel pens for when your to-do list deserves a little sparkle – And a few planner styles that make scheduling actually fun - And all the fun and cute accessories!! 💡 Browse the full list here:   https://www.amazon.com/shop/rainalucero/list/22ITQWSSVGZ68?ref_=aipsflist Let’s pick out our planners together and start this next season a little more organized—and a little more inspired. #PlannerAddict #WriteSideofMe #AmazonFinds #...

Notes from the Middle of Everywhere

It’s officially that time of year again—Daylight Saving ends, and so does my stable instability, as I like to call it. The extra hour of darkness outside always sneaks its way inside too. I’ve never done well in the dark, whether it’s the sky or my own head. Lately, I’ve been trying to find light in the small things: warm coffee, the sound of my kid laughing at something dumb, the wind that refuses to stop reminding me I live on the plains.

The Banner He Left Me: From conversations at the kitchen table to helping others cast their vote — a quiet legacy of ballots, values, and my father’s enduring wisdom.

My dad taught me more at our kitchen table than most people learn in a lifetime. He taught me how to think, not what to think — how to listen, how to stand firm, and how to carry conviction with grace. This is the story of the last lesson he ever gave me, and how it still guides the way I help others find their voice — one ballot at a time. The Banner He Left Me On ballots, values, and the quiet legacy of my father’s wisdom. From childhood until my dad passed in 2016, I went to him for all kinds of advice — even how to read a ballot. We’d sit at the kitchen table, side by side, and talk through the issues, the candidates, and the people asking for our votes. Sometimes I voted just like him. Other times, I didn’t. But there was never judgment. He raised me to be a conservative woman, to hold fast to my values, and to keep a moral compass pointed straight to the heavens. I’ve lost my way more than once, but I always knew where to come back to. We talked about everything ...