It's Easter and as a woman raised in parishes that religiously welcomed back its flock this time of year, I feel the annual pull to take time, reflect and celebrate a renewal. It is not easy after a week of awful news. I don't want to re-read this post in the future and be taken back to the memory of this week's events in terrorism, so I won't detail them here. No matter if atrocities happen overseas or in the next town over, lives lost in senseless killings always take the shine off the finer things in life. Because I cannot harbor a feeling of helplessness, I react--some say over-react--to things out of my control. I wanted to accomplish so much this week, and I have in my career, for which I am so grateful... but there is still the issue of some illegal activity happening next door to a property I own in New Jersey. The perpetrators know me, they know my disgust and yet in any attempt I make to shut them down, they outwit me in the simplest of ways: ignoring citations, waiting out the heat, friending the police. I am told over and over to wait it out. Well, it's been five years now. Five years with an abandoned house next door to mine on a block whose only problem is this eyesore. Five years in a cat and mouse game with squatters where it seems only I am the one who gets years taken off of her life because of my frustration. This is the year it stops. Now is the time for change. Trespassing, operating an illegal mechanic shop, siphoning electricity may seem like petty crimes to some, but living as 50+ year old men who perpetuate a culture where no one applies themselves, means you're ultimately not free. How many have died before us just for the right to be free? Since there is not a care in the world if they have made it to sundown without an arrest, then they probably missed the news. Nearly 150 students with dreams and ambitions were gunned down before sunrise at their university this week. You see to me, choosing hustling as a day job means you think their lives meant nothing. And I can't stand that.