✨ A Hex, a Heart, and a Heavy Sigh ✨

I’m writing this last-minute because a 17-year-old pregnant girl was killed in a road rage shooting in Louisiana earlier this week. Her baby survived—but she is without a mother now because someone chose violence instead of empathy.

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The Rage We Don’t Name

Not the muttered “ugh, no blinker.”
I mean the kind of rage that boils over into something feral.

👆 Middle fingers like a reflex.
🚗 Tailgating as a sport.
🔥 Shouts hurled like hexes through the windshield.

I’ve seen it.
I’ve sat next to it.
I’ve been scared by it.

And I keep wondering: why do we treat strangers like villains in a movie we don’t even know the plot of?

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The Story Behind the Wheel

That “slow driver”? Maybe they’re white-knuckling their way to a follow-up after surgery.
That car weaving through lanes? Maybe they’re racing to hold a loved one’s hand before it’s too late.
That older driver? Maybe they spent every ounce of strength just getting out the door for their radiation appointment.

We don’t know.
We can’t know.
But too often, we cast them as enemies anyway.

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What My Kids See

Once, I stayed quiet. Eyes forward, praying the rage next to me wouldn’t spark into something worse.

But silence is complicity—and my daughters are watching.
They watch how we handle strangers.
They watch how we hold our anger.
They watch what we choose to curse… and what we choose to bless.

So now I speak: “Please stop. They could be doing their best. You don’t know the story.”

Because maybe the real story would break your heart.

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Bless and Release

If you’re the one gripping the wheel, filled with fear or urgency—
I see you. I hope you get there safe. 🖤

If you’re the one about to explode at them—
Breathe.
Whisper a quiet “bless and release.”
Picture their passenger squeezing their hand, whispering:
“Let it go, love. It’s not worth the energy.”

Because honestly?
You don’t need that rage.
You need peace. You need protection. You need four tires that carry you home.
The rest? Let the universe sort it out.

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A Song for the Road

The last time Dave’s rage filled our car, we were just trying to take the girls to the zoo. 🦓
Instead of animal sounds, the soundtrack was his shouting at strangers.

So I wrote him a theme song. Half joke. Half survival spell. That’s how I process—turn the venom into verses, the tension into rhyme.

Because music—like driving—can crash or it can carry.
And I’d rather let the rhythm carry us forward, safe. 🎶✨

Lyrics written by me, plugged into Soniva Music, and protected under copyright. Please do not copy, reproduce, or distribute without permission. 🎶🖤