It’s been awhile since I’ve written. I guess I allowed myself to get sucked into the busyness of life again. The disease to please is a tough one for me. Sometimes it’s a daily challenge. When the exhaustion hits and I’m lying awake at night thinking of all the things I still should have done … More BeYOUtiful
Chaos has pursued me most of my life Hungry and ready to cause me strife It pushes, it pulls, it kicks and it shoves My desperation is something it loves It stalks me, waiting for me to surrender Life without chaos, can I remember? But I know something chaos does not I am a fighter, … More Rise Up
This picture personifies to me how I picture myself. I am the tree. Deep, strong roots that help to nourish the flowers around me, sturdy limbs that reach and stretch over the ones I love bending but never breaking, supple sheltering leaves that protect from the blistering sun and a tough bark that protects the … More I Am The Tree
Just the ramblings of a mother remembering who she was before she was a mother and everything in between.
I love an addict and it is a love that is the most painful of my life. I used to be consumed by the anger of it, this love of a person so selfish and irresponsible so self-consumed. I could never wrap my mind around the mind of the addict and it made me so … More The Beast of Addiction and My Release From Its Shame
I’ve loved words since I was little. Reading them, writing them, learning them. It’s time to blow the dust off some of the words I’ve written and take the leap of sharing them…. Secrets I’ll share a secret but you cannot tell My heart is fragile but tough as hell I’ve been through things I … More Blowing the dust off
I am not a great singer…I sing anyway. I’m no dancing with the stars contestant…I dance anyway. I’m not a famous author…I write anyway. I sing to my cats. I make up ridiculously silly songs to sing to and entertain (torment) my kids. I use a lot of hashtags on my Instagram pictures. I have … More I am who I am