I’m Stacey Pimm

I juggle so many hats, as a digital content creator, author of a children’s book series, twin mama, chaos coordinator all the while trying to navigate the teenage era, book girlie, Type one diabetic, going blind, dance in the kitchen while being a baking master, always licking the spoon! hotel hopper, experimenting with what my Nana did during The Great Depression, PNW born and raised, lover of the ocean and rain, and just as much as a palm tree and warm breeze lover. And now your new friend!

That was a lot to describe, but I am hoping something will resonate with you! My goal with writing this blog is to have you come with me as I journey through this next chapter, finding my voice as I listen to yours.

“I’m Not Ending Friendships Over Politics. I’m Ending Them Over Morals

Today's meet me Monday is heavy, but so is the World we are all living in...


People say it’s sad when friendships end over politics. And they’re right, it hurts. But what we’re living through right now isn’t just politics. It’s morals. It’s humanity. It’s about what kind of country and what kind of people we choose to be.

Today I finally told someone why I had pulled away after eight months of silence. This was a person who had been in my life for years. I explained that our values no longer lined up. The response I got back was, “So you want illegals in the country.” The irony is she’s from another country herself.... But that moment wasn’t really about immigration. It was about the way people reduce everything into talking points instead of looking at the humanity behind it.

Last spring I lost one of my closest friends, someone who had been part of my life since second grade. That loss still sits heavy on my heart. Losing people you love because you can’t agree on what is right and wrong is one of the most painful things there is.  The end of our friendship was as silents as a swipe of a gilatean to the neck, as it severed whatever friendship we could have had.  For a while I thought I wanted that friendship so badly and I had reached out. I am just glad in my moment of weakness and Melancholy she made the choice to not patch things up, I am glad I hadn't gotten my will done to be my boys guardians. 

And lately, the cruelty has gotten louder. I read comments every day calling people like me “leftist crazy scum.” Scum. That word makes my stomach turn. Because when I look at what I actually believe in, it’s pretty basic human stuff.

I want healthcare to be affordable, or better yet free, so people aren’t choosing between medicine and rent. I want human rights for everyone. I want trans people to feel safe in this world. I want women to have control over their own bodies and their own futures. I want kids to be fed at school without it being a political fight. I want kindness to matter again.

Instead we live in a world where people scream that Democrats want to give gender affirming surgery to second graders at lunch time. We can’t even manage to fund school lunches for every child in America, but somehow people believe schools are running operating rooms between math and recess. The absurdity would be funny if it wasn’t being used to justify cruelty toward real human beings.

I’m not okay with kind people being harassed, bullied, or killed because of who they are. I’m not okay with businesses hosting events that push Christian nationalism or strip rights away from others. I’m not okay pretending these are harmless differences of opinion.

For those who follow my writing, know this. I do not get paid for my blog, my reviews, or my meet and greets. My voice is mine and I choose who I support. If a business promotes racism, cruelty, or policies that harm people I love, I will not align with them. Period.

I want transparency. I want the files brought to light. I want every corrupt politician exposed, Democrat or Republican. Anyone hiding behind party labels while serving themselves should be voted out. I want a government that actually serves the people again. I want accountability, education, and guardrails so the chaos we’re living through never happens again.


And yes, one day The person cosplaying as a president right now,  will no longer be part of this story. But the people who enabled the cruelty, who cheered it on, who chose power over decency, that will not simply be forgotten.

I know I might lose friends. I might lose followers. That part hurts. But I will never apologize for standing on the side of human rights and basic decency.

One day I will look my grandchildren in the eyes and tell them that when it mattered, I did not stay quiet. I did not look the other way. I did not waver. I can sleep soundly every night, and I know my grandpa who raised me with political morals is looking down on me proud I didn't take what him and others who served this country for granted.  

America first?  I would love to say we could all be for America first, but we are not a nation that will be built back to greatness for a long time and crawling back out of the hole we are in and will be in for decades for a year and change under these people.