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

Let me tell you something about myself. It seems since as far back as I can remember, I feel like I am a jinx. As a self-described sports nut, if I do or don't do something, bad luck usually follows. There is this blues song I remember, Born Under a Bad Sign , that basically can explain the orgins of why some things just don't go well with me. Homer Simpson did a cover of that song, too, but he's more popular than he actually thinks.  I was all ready to attend church this morning, when I look at my soon-to-be-replaced cell phone and received a text saying that one of my friends that gives me a ride to church had gotten sick, making him unable to pick me up. Another friend that occasionally does this was out of town for the Thanksgiving weekend. This is the equivalent to having a monkey wrench thrown at will into my daily agenda, whatever that is. So much for wearing a little makeup today. Since this is the first time since joining my church in the last spring that I h...

By the time that you read this, Thanksgiving 2012 will mostly be in the past, and shoppers nationwide will get ready for the unofficial kickoff to the holiday season. Ho-hum. Not worried at all about what am I going to get somebody this holiday season. Hell, my ass is already too broke to give a shit about that right now. At least I can say my Thanksgiving was a good one. I got to hang out with a friend, eat ham, mac'n cheese, turnip greens and drink until I had to pee.  I was also considering waiting until this weekend to post a blog about the anniversary of my mother's passing 33 years ago this coming Saturday, November, 24. Well, I guess there's no better time than the present to talk about this.  At around 8 or 9:00am on this date back in 1979, several days after the Thanksgiving holiday, the phone rings at my dad's house back in Milwaukee. It woke me up out of a pleasant dream, whatever it was. I got up and answered the phone and found out it was St. Joseph'...

This picture above was taken at my church's harvest bazaar last weekend. I got to at least promote my home-based travel business to the local public. So I may still be waiting for the economy to improve some more before I actually get to see some people book their travel plans with me. Things can only get better, right? I basically prayed for an opportunity to get my company's name out. Yes, I haven't had the finances to promote Hutchins World Travel more often. Had I done this a few years ago I may have been a little more successful. Being a vendor at the first Rockford Pride Fest in June would have been tremendous. I wound up being at my church's booth passing out information for the Spring Creek United Church of Christ for the majority of that day, but at least I can say that I was there. In 2013, Rockford Pride stretches out to two days. I have got to get out from being permanently stuck in financial oblivion and find a way to pay for getting my name out in time ...