Who am I? A dissident and Amateur wordsmith. A thinker.
I was raised by a devout Christian and an Atheist. I studied theology (among other things) and remained active in the church until the blinders were removed. The more I delve into the minute details of scientific theory, the more I am enamored with the world around me.
I earned a Bachelor of Science degree in Legal Studies to become a Certified Paralegal who proudly rejected law school to pursue a life of civil disobedience (for the stylist, zip-tie bracelets).
I am active in state and local politics, but my real passion lies in social and political activism, ensuring secular citizens interests are protected, and fighting for CLEAR separation of church and state.
I founded my blog Define – Don’t Defend in 2010. It has been interesting to look back and see how my views have changed over the years. I also tweet at @annie_tx (https://twitter.com/Anne_TX), and sometimes contribute to other blogs.
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A few QUOTES that I can RELATE TO….
“When the poet sheaths his sword, and the soldier lays down his pen….We die”– Patrick Huyler
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“The truth will set you free, but first it will piss you off.” Gloria Steinem
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“Why did I write? Because I found life unsatisfactory” – Tennessee Williams
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Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia. ~E.L. Doctorow
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Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back– Concerning all acts of initiative and creation, there is one elementary truth that ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: that the moment one definitely commits oneself, then Providence moves too. All sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise have occurred. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one’s favor all manner of unforeseen incidents and meetings and material assistance, which no man could have dreamed would have come his way. Whatever you can do, or dream you can do, begin it. Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it.
Begin it now. – GOETHE
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“Today more than ever before, the worst crime against peace is to leave the world as it is: if we leave the world as it is, the present and future will be determined by perpetual war. …achieving peace involves radically reversing all that impedes humanity from being humane” -H. Chavez
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“We don’t have to engage in grand, heroic actions to participate in the process of change.
Small acts, when multiplied by millions of people, can transform the world.” -Howard Zinn
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Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. ~William Wordsworth
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“Easy reading is damn hard writing.” ~Nathaniel Hawthorne
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From The Frontier Of Writing- Seamus Heaney
The tightness and the nilness round that space
when the car stops in the road, the troops inspect
its make and number and, as one bends his face
towards your window, you catch sight of more
on a hill beyond, eyeing with intent
down cradled guns that hold you under cover
and everything is pure interrogation
until a rifle motions and you move
with guarded unconcerned acceleration—
a little emptier, a little spent
as always by that quiver in the self,
subjugated, yes, and obedient.
So you drive on to the frontier of writing
where it happens again. The guns on tripods;
the sergeant with his on-off mike repeating
data about you, waiting for the squawk
of clearance; the marksman training down
out of the sun upon you like a hawk.
And suddenly you’re through, arraigned yet freed,
as if you’d passed from behind a waterfall
on the black current of a tarmac road
past armor-plated vehicles, out between
the posted soldiers flowing and receding
like tree shadows into the polished windscreen.
