Friday, January 20, 2017


My husband has a good friend who works for the Department of Homeland Security. He will, now and again, tell us a little bit about his work; about the people he will investigate and eventually arrest.
These people are child predators.
They are the lowest of the low: they are child molesters, people who prey on our children via the Internet or in real life. His job is often comprised of long days, difficult interrogations (some where he actually has to play a role and act as if he is the perp's 'friend') and every so often, traveling to another state in order to round up the Monster.
I sometimes cannot listen. I generally want to throw up in my mouth. 
He is only allowed to do this job for a total of five years before being moved to another division; the Department is smart enough to know that being immersed in this filth can irreparably damage your heart, if not your mind.
This week, hubby's friend was called to do a Security Detail for the Inauguration. He, along with 10,000 other Federal Agents, will be doing Security for the Trump Inauguration. He was not asked to do this, he was told, and his politics don't have a voice today, or this weekend.
Here's what's interesting: I have friends in Law Enforcement, I have friends in the Acting world, I have friends in every imaginable corridor of this Country.
I have friends who guard soon to be President Trump.
I have friends who have protested and will be protesting this weekend.
This doesn't really bother me, although it sometimes bothers other people who assume things about me.
I could honestly care less. There's one rule here: don't go after my Blue Family.
If you're protesting this weekend, I expect you to be nice to the Police Officers. (Federal, State, Local, etc.) Be respectful.
Don't throw things at the Officers, don't call them names, and don't try to do anything stupid in order to get your point across.
Because you never could be hurting someone who could one day protect your child.

Wednesday, December 28, 2016


New Year's Eve in New York City...there really is nothing else like it. People all around the globe tune in to see our world-renowned #NYC Ball Drop in Times Square and revelers from all over get excited by the energy that Our City provides.
It's the one night where we certainly do not sleep!

It's also the one night that Law Enforcement Families more often than not do not get to celebrate with their loved one. Whether covering the Borough Precincts or being called in for the Times Square Ball Drop, our #NYPD Officers work long and hard to keep the City safe and make the tourists feel welcome. I can tell you first-hand that my husband has worked several Ball Drop details, in the freezing cold, for a 12-15 hour tour more years than not.
The truth is that working on New Year's Eve not only means a toast with the dog, but it generally means that New Year's Day is destroyed too as he is busy recovering (read: sleeping) from the extra-long shift.
I know you know. I mean, if you're reading this Blog, you are either in Law Enforcement, married to someone who is...or contemplating it.
You get it.
Wouldn't it be nice for New York City to have a Mayor that gets it too?
The above video is a quick take on the Holiday from Michel Faulkner, current candidate for NYC Mayor. Feel free to join the Candidate that Backs the Blue, not only on Holidays, but every day. Feel free to copy, paste, and share. Get the word out any way you can.
He's the real deal, people.

Thursday, November 10, 2016


This week has been a brutal one for the NYPD. They are stretched to capacity, helping to protect not one but two Presidential candidates, being a clear presence at poling stations across the City, and then going on to try and keep now President-Elect Trump protected from the public.
And then they laid to rest one of their own, today, on Long Island.
I have been mainly silent about Politics on this Blog, preferring to go after the Mayor of the City of New York with vigor, but really not weighing in all too much on the debate. I live in New York, after all, the bluest of blue states...and although I have friends on both sides of the aisle, I think it's safe to say that geographically I know where most people fall.
Until today.
Until today, I could not possibly ignore the wailing and protesting that has been going on---in Social Media, and in real life---because, let's face it: everyone has an opinion. And right now everyone is unabashedly sharing it.
Today I decided that I needed to make one thing clear to anyone who may decide to describe their political experience as being in mourning. Today, I say to you: ENOUGH.
Let's gain a little perspective here.
There is a woman out on Long Island who is steeped in mourning. Her name is Lisa Tuozzolo.
She is in mourning.
You are not "in mourning" because your Presidential Candidate lost her bid for the White House. Your life will go on, even if it doesn't feel like it right now.
Lisa's husband, Sgt. Paul Tuozzolo, will never come home again. His four and three year old sons may or may not remember him. Either way, they will have to live the rest of their lives without a father who loves them.
He is gone.
Gone because an absolute piece of trash decided to take his life. As SBA President Ed Mullins said:
"We remain under attack," Mullins said. "In the past three years, five members of the NYPD were not killed in the line of duty. They were murdered in the line of duty."
For all my friends and readers who are currently bemoaning their fate, and wondering what they can "do" about this shocking turn of political events, here's what you can do:
---Say a prayer for Lisa Tuozzolo and her sons tonight. Keep them in prayer during what is sure to be the most difficult season of their lives.
---Start a movement. Don't like Trump? Fine. Then show kindness if you feel he has been rude. Send a sympathy card to a woman whose life has been shattered, not a "Thank-you" card to Hillary Clinton. Perhaps you can do something nice for a Police Officer today...?
---Think outside the Box. Stop ranting and raving. To the other side: stop gloating. It is what it is.  I know some people reading this post might think I don't get it, but here's the rub; I "get it" more than you will ever know.

I get it, on levels and in ways you can never understand. When I saw the footage of my fellow Police Wife today, I reached out to touch the television with tears streaming down my face and said, "I'm sorry honey."
I broke wide open then, crying a torrent of tears, knowing it could have been me, or any one of us.
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