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Featured on Huffington Post Today!

The last month, two things have gotten me through each day: my son and writing. It’s never easy to face hurt from your partner, your husband, but I know I am not alone. Men and women cheat. They lie. They bring down homes. My home was no different, nor was it immune. Read more by clicking on the link below:…

The Breaking News

Unexpected. My body and heart has been hit by a truckload of red hard bricks. This place is quiet. Too quiet for my noisy mind. The thoughts running rapidly, repeatedly. The coffee tastes sweet yet bitter. Life is bitter and sweet. Love is bitter, and surprisingly rarely sweet. The television is on and the talking heads are assessing the constant…

One Mother’s Morning Featured on Parent.co Today!

I wake up to a multitude of different people I need to be every day. I wake up before sunrise with a burdening to-do list, and I know I can’t complete most of the things on my list. But I try. I keep trying day after day. To read why I keep trying, please click the link below: “Trying To…

Sour Milk

Some days are sour milk. I sent my child to daycare with no shoes on his feet. He went clothed still in his night shirt. On this new day morning, not today’s morning but one morning last week, we fought. He screamed, “I don’t wanna.” I tried to reason. Mistake #1. There is no reasoning. He doesn’t have reasoning skills…

In My Dreams…

In my dreams…        There is a place where the air is clean and pure. Neighbors come from next door welcoming my family to the neighborhood. Our front door is fire engine red, and inside there are boxes waiting to be unpacked. We have moved, this is our new home. The sun is gleaming and the wind is…

I Hate Sharing A Bed on Redbook Tonight!

Let’s be honest. Let’s talk about our bedroom space. I like mine, I like it ALL TO MYSELF! It doesn’t matter that I am married. My night and early dawn hours are my quiet time. CLICK HERE TO READ:  “I Hate Sharing A Bed With My Husband” Featured on Redbook 

Alive.

I can breathe. The early morning hours announce, “It is time.” Writers, the real ones I know, keep strange bedfellows with those fleeting hours before dawn. I am no different. The clock says 1:34 a.m. and I lay there trying to caress my troubles. There is a fixation on trying to solve every ticking time bomb at an ungodly hour.…

I Never Planned a Wedding

As a little girl, I dreamed mainly about how I would become the first girl to play Major League Baseball. I loved softball. The chalk smell outlining the field is eternally ingrained into the smells I never want to forget. I never dreamed or planned my wedding. When I was 21, I met a guy. I can still remember the…

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