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

(  special thanks to Pamela Hayes!) For sometime now, I have been blogging about my days as I pray that one day I will be blessed to accomplish some long-desired goals of mine.  This week I posted on facebook about the countless days and nights that I have visions about that coveted day when I will be officially known as Kayleah D. Hutchins-Madison, instead of the more masculine-themed name given to me by my now-late father gave me when I was born 43 years ago.  It's not that common for a person my age to consider changing my gender. Hell, I have a friend that's a few years on me and is contemplating on doing the same thing. (we're kinda like sisters!) If you have seen my pictures ( and I DO have plenty!)  over the years and read my blogs, you'd understand that I have enjoyed being my feminine alter ego very much. This coming April will mark Year #16 since this awesome self-discovery made its debut on a Tuesday evening back home in Milwaukee. Keep in mind I've

(yawn) I have been having some rough nights sleeping in recent weeks. I have tried to get to bed early Saturday night to get enough sleep before getting ready for church on Sunday morning. I wind up waking up hours before I wanted to and have been dreadfully weary during Sunday service. I may have been busted allegedly snoring while my pastor was doing his sermon. Uh-oh. Not the kind of news I would like to report in recent weeks. If you thought the nearly three weeks being locked up last summer gave me some sleepless nights, meet the sequels of the infinite sadness.  It's not just the lack of quality sleep that I've been missing that has given me fits about my life. I have been, in a simple word, stuck. Like trying to walk in a foot of Mississippi molasses with all-terrain boots. I have been doing the motel life for the last three years, and I have mentioned on my blogs about the trials and tribulations that I have faced everyday. The conquest never ends. You spend a hell o

I don't know what to say right now. No excitement here. Sure, it's Friday evening, and I'm watching my hometown Milwaukee Admirals play the Rockford IceHogs in AHL hockey via local satellite. Whoopty-shit. The annual recurring sound of thousands of basketballs bouncing on hard courts across the nation. Tournament time in high school & college, folks. Let the Madness commence!   Yeah, I may have a favorite or two in the NCAA brackets. Why should I brag about it here?   So, since my last blog one month ago, my Bucks still have the worst record in the NBA (right now) at 13-52. The Philadelphia 76ers must want that Number 1 pick for themselves. They just lost their 19th straight tonight vs. the Indiana Pacers. Yet the Bucks own that pick, for now. I am still hoping and praying for better things to come my way. The change in the weather might be the only thing going right now. We've had a really screwed-up winter, with a host of sub-zero wind chilled-days and a mounta