https://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/js/adsbygoogle.js As the leaves from spring trees tire and flutter to the ground, somewhere waves are crashing and wind whispers all around. The thoughts that drift inside her mind were never quite as clear as the day when every single thought lingered somewhere near. Everything was going great and nothing could go wrong. It wasContinue reading “Poetry: Untitled”
Halloween, spiders and I’m cleaning my garage.
https://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/js/adsbygoogle.js It’s the fear that holds me back. I’ve always said, it’s hesitation that kills my dreams. The fear paralyzes me. It’s getting thin. After all, what do I have to fear? I’ve been broken, disappointed and abused by the ones I love the most. I should not care about the opinions of strangers, andContinue reading “Poetry: Fear”
As a distraction, I have been cooking. Baking, pasta, breakfast food, I have tried and sometimes failed. Read about my adventures.
https://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/js/adsbygoogle.js Does anyone write on paper anymore? That beautiful substance we began making around 200AD by creating pulp from plant fibers and drying it in sheets? Humans have been putting pen to paper for over a thousand years to document events, stories and processes. Today, we try to use paper as little as possible toContinue reading “Words on Paper: A Love Story”
https://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/js/adsbygoogle.js It’s been windy and rainy, making it hard to justify spending a ton of time on my hair. I’ve found myself going back to a classic hairstyle that dates back centuries. Braids are such a great hairstyle that can be versatile and functional. No matter what you’re doing; cleaning house, hanging at the beach,Continue reading “Braids Are Fresh For Spring”
It’s a fine line, a tightrope we walk. Here is a powerful, little piece I wrote in 2017 perfect for a pandemic. Tightrope I’m walking a tightrope. Narcissist, self-loathing. I’m capable of anything, but do nothing right. I am perfection, destruction. I am damaged, recovered. Keep my balance or plunge to my death. The pressureContinue reading “Poetry: Tightrope”
https://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/js/adsbygoogle.js Most people don’t know this but years ago, a lifetime or twoago, I was a cosmetologist. I graduated from beauty school and found out I waspregnant with my first child in the same week. I was good, too. I got a job atone of the area’s top salons right after I got my licenseContinue reading “Quarantine Blues”
https://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/js/adsbygoogle.js As a mother of three children and a student myself, I find myself in a questionable situation during the coronavirus outbreak. Homeschooling. I have two teenage boys and I have struggled with them to complete homework assignments for years. I have taken away privileges and given consequences with substandard results. They have madeContinue reading “How Are Your Kids Doing With School During COVID-19?”