Views from a BrewTown Sista (aka The Chronicles of Kayleah H. Madison)

As I'm typing this, it's Labor Day Weekend 2024. Yep, another summer is about to bite the dust in a few weeks. While I'm thankful for still having my gig driving folks around to and from their respective medical appointments,  it's been a bizarre summer for me. More or less, a bizarre 2024 in general.  Since I have noticed I've not posted anything on my blogpage in over a year, you can blame me for not keeping this damn page current. Adding crap on Facebook is easy.  Remembering that I had a blogpage when you're thinking about everything else in my world is entirely different.  Especially when you've been trying over a decade to construct an autobiography using the contents of past blogs from this page to tell a story.  Yet not every story can be made simply by memory alone. There are moments from my childhood I may remember well, but others are not worth retelling. Hell, it's not making me become a wealthy sucker anytime soon.  I realized I hadn't m...

Previously...(Part 2)  

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Well,  it has been some wild ride since I posted my last blog exactly one year ago today. You may remember that I was talking about watching the IceHogs win over Manitoba with my new friend Erica. Since then, no one actually knew what kind of a chaotic whirlwind the world would have for the rest of 2020. An incredibly nasty virus. Working from home. Toilet paper riots. Black Lives Matter protests following the death of George Floyd at the hands of the Minneapolis Police. Mandatory wearing of masks. Social distancing. Curbside deliveries. Radical movements dealing with one incumbnent, racist President. A highly expensive, extremely high turnout at the polls. Current President refusing to concede to a new successor-and the nation's first Black & South Asian woman Vice-President. Anglo-Saxon nutjobs who've been brainwashed to believe anything & everything our outgoing President Nutjob says, even though the incorrect info. So much bullshit happened last year all because of ...

  As the journey towards my golden years continue, I know that I mustn't get to caught up with past memories, good or bad, and be thankful for what knowledge that I currently have and use it for inspiring those generations that will fill my shoes once I take my final nap. I'm still learning about that factor in my life. Also, knowing myself and my comfort zones, I'll have no idea how to face something irregular or sudden. So, I digress while typing this blog in my birthday suit, enjoying some breakfast while the winter air thankfully stays outside.  Last night, I was reacquainted with a friend that reminded me that I can still have some fun while once again preventing any signs of premature sheer aging...by letting my voice out. Here's the deal: Last year, during my first Black Transgender Advocacy Conference (BTAC) in Dallas, I mentioned to some individuals about little travel business here in Rockford, when my aforementioned whereabouts caught the ear someo...

This is my first blog since I was in Dallas for the Black Trans Awareness Cconference (BTAC) 8 months ago. Most of anything I posted from that went on Facebook, twitter & Instagram. You knew each of those nights ended long past midnight, and I had repeatedly fallen asleep in front of the laptop trying to blog about my traveling to Dallas for the first time on Night One. I do remember how comfortable those beds were at the hotel! I do recall on Facebook about what happened during the final interfaith session before we departed for home. (If you want to know what happened, you'll have to look up my FB page from the past May to discover everything).  Now, back to the present. This blog that you're now reading will probably be a multi-part blog to close out 2019 and the conclusion to a lengthy decade that had brought me a plethera of events which landed me in more than a tub of hot water. A decade that I can say started out with too many questions about future living situat...