• Internal Battle Within Me

    Inhale, Exhale, Inhale a little deeper, hold it, hold it, and exhale. Clearly there isn’t a lack of oxygen to my brain. This is clearly a emotional dilemma; an attack by some enemy determined to see my wall rebuilt. The sad thing is that I believe that enemy is me. To say that I am having a moment of self-doubt would be the understatement of the century. I am experiencing something way beyond self-doubt. I am literally projecting an emotional battle that has no reason to exist. There has to be a logical scientific reason why my brain chooses to self-destruct at the idea of peace and calm (though my…

  • Because I did not know what to say

    I don’t know what to say. I really wished I had some way to manipulate the English language to speak the words that laid within the corners of my heart. But today my lips are traitors to my mind and to my heart. Today someone close to me suffered a loss, and I am still at lost. I am at that moment where you question how something like this could happen to such positive and vibrant people, and for this, I don’t know what to say. Generally I have been gifted/burdened with the ability to spin words off of my tongue and twirl them like a majorette in a college…

  • Friday Morning Moment:

    As today is Friday, my favorite day of the week. I’ve decided that on most Fridays I will take a break away from the deeper topics and let you travel through some of the things that brings a smile to my eyes. (I am more than open to write about what makes you smile on a Friday… but you will have to email me that list) With that said, let’s begin the Friday journey. I CANT SING, This is a fact. And no I don’t mean that I can’t sing well. I mean that even though my mind can travel on the notes of a well composed song, my voice…

  • A Letter to the Ladies/Queens

    February 5, 2015 Dear Ladies/Queens, (To Whom It May Concern, just wasn’t personal enough) Last week I wrote a short entry on this blog about a conversation I had with my daughter, when she asked me “Am I Pretty Mommy”. I actually thought that this was all I would have to say on this matter. But life doesn’t always go as planned. Recent encounters with some wonderful women (in person and via social media) showed me that a few of us, are still carrying some emotional scars that are blurring our vision. Lady, you need to break open your eyes. I have seen your tears, I have heard your whimpers.…

  • POST-ITS

    Literally at the end of 2013, I experienced a rainbow of emotions, all at once. The reservoir of tears in my body was depleted within days. Closely followed by the streams of venom, that ended up flowing from my lips, in defense of my breaking heart and loss. This was just one of those moments when you couldn’t fathom anyway of lifting yourself up again. Family and friends “tried” their best to help me up, but the loss was more than simple hurt and pain. It had in actuality cracked the wall that caged all of my previous pains. Which left the ghosts free to seep back into my pores…