Years ago I began to study as much as I possibly could on various religions, cults and belief systems. Not because I wanted to join one, but because I have an undying fascination on what makes people believe what they do. Why people are so willing to sacrifice for those beliefs. It lead me down… Continue reading When We Choose Love
So it’s kind of time to put my four year old in Pre-School and I am not necessarily loving the idea. She is my last child and the wild child at that. She keeps me on my toes every single day and is constantly entertaining me. I know that it isn’t her role to entertain… Continue reading Pre-School… But Do I have to let go??
With the recent suicides that have happened among music artists, one of which I have been a fan of for quite some time, it leaves me with the realization that we as human beings simply are not talking enough about real stuff. The things that matter and shed light on the ugliest parts of reality.… Continue reading Descent into Depression, Suicide & Self-Harm: The Unopened Dialogue
I’ll start this off by saying that I am not a patient person at all. Knowing this to be just who I am, whatever in the world possessed me to get a puppy – I could never explain, but we got one. I know, it was a ridiculous decision after factoring in all of the… Continue reading So ya got yourself a Puppy?
This week has been an exercise in patience and so far I have just narrowly passed. I mean by a hair. It all started with a comment from a negative Nancy about my previous article trying to encourage fellow writers not to be disparaged by rejection letters. I won’t get into that because, really it… Continue reading A Week to Forget
I was cleaning out my inbox today, which for me is the equivalent to sorting out “skinny” clothes that no longer fit. It’s maddening. I don’t know why I keep so much insignificant e-mails, when it’s as easy as swiping to delete them, but I do. In turn, creating more work for myself in the… Continue reading Rejection: The Writer’s Plight
My grandmother was a dreamer. She used to tell me about our Native American heritage and how the people believed that the answers to life, to all of our questions, and problems lay hidden in our dreams. She told me the importance of keeping a dream journal and encouraged me and at times urged me… Continue reading Answers Within a Nightmare
There are days when I wake up forgetting that I am a mom in my 30’s and by today’s standards, elderly. The kind of day where you wake up and remember being young and vibrant, full of life and loving every minute from sunrise to sundown. This is not one of those days. Instead I… Continue reading The Kids are Trying to Kill Me
Here's the thing about being skinny. I haven't been for a long time. Not so long that I don't remember fondly of what it was like, but long enough to forget what clothes sliding effortlessly on, feels like. I never used to think about if I ate this or drank that where it would go.… Continue reading Skinny, Yeah.. Not So Much
It was time for bed. I felt the sharp, burning pain throughout my back that has been all too familiar for too many years counting, as I tried my best to get into a position that didn’t make me feel like I was being crushed underneath a ton of bricks. Each one excruciatingly more uncomfortable… Continue reading These Old Bones
My new computer is crashing. Yes I know, I spent ten years in IT repairing and building computers and yes I could very well fix mine. But who asked ya?! The thing about being in IT for so long is once you decide to leave the field it is frequently once you've reached a point… Continue reading Computers: The Devil’s Etch-A-Sketch
The old woman begrudgingly laid in her bed Unbridled pain in her body from her disease Impatiently watching as time flew by Regrets swirling like tumble weeds She asked Death why it hadn't taken her yet Death didn't answer with a verbal reply As she pitied herself for where she was heading Scenes of her duplicity… Continue reading Death Remained
Beauty comes with a price. So I’ve now learned. I have thin lips. That’s right, I said it. When all of the girls were putting on ten pounds of red lipstick and leaving kisses all over the bathroom mirrors in high school, I was applying Carmex to mine and leaving the restroom post haste. My… Continue reading Beauty Comes with a Price