A letter of love….

Constant.  Steady.  Always present. I'm a visual learner.  It's the image of something tangible that allows me to make sense of the unseen, unknown.  That is just how my brain works.  Even when I take tests for school, I will close my eyes and see the study guides I spent hours reviewing to pull out …

Woe is me…woe is we.

This simple phrase that refers to our own self worries, troubles, misfortune....woe is me.  Or as I like to think of it, woe is we.  This common self loathing theme that summarizes the story of our life that nothing we do is good enough, that we are constantly missing the mark and that everyone around …

My Thanksgiving Feels…

Here I sit almost a year from when I first put my fingers to the keys and began this whole 'writing' thing to see what it was all about.  Ironically, it was the holidays that sparked my writing bug, due to my desperate need to get all the emotions and 'feels' out of my head …

A deeply warn book.

There's something about a deeply warn book.  The bend of the spine and the markings among the pages.  This space where wisdom was found and lessons were learned. I love it. As I thumb through the pages of the book I am preparing a study for, I can't help but feel confident that I have …

The grief found in our thoughts…(miscarriage/loss)

Overwhelmed, unsure, worried, disappointed, shocked, stressed, these are all feelings that at one moment in time overtook my brain before I lost my babies; these are the thoughts that would go on to haunt me. Did I wish this upon myself? Was I not grateful enough?  Did I take this blessing for granted, therefore it …

Perspective….

I have a common thread weaving through the tapestry of my life right now.  Struggle. Not that I am personally facing a monumental struggle, in fact, I finally feel like I am walking in the light after years OF struggle.  It's the struggle of those around me that find me still facing the war of …

Finding my passion.

As long as I can remember, writing has poured from my fingers the way paint splashes onto a canvas.  The words, the thoughts,  just left my head as if they had been stored there for that exact moment in time.  I recall one year when I was probably 10 years old, deciding to make a …

Diary of an extroverted introvert.

I am an extroverted introvert. Yes. You read that correctly, even if you had to read it 3 times. I am this. This is me. My social excitement and love for humans may quickly place me in that box of extroverts who lives for the lime light, when in reality, my introverted self just desperately …

After the sun sets… (grief and loss)

The beauty of a sunset is one of my most precious gifts from this earthly world.   It illuminates the sky and brings relief from a long days heat.  It offers a gentle breeze and a majestic mystery of how the sky can display such vibrant colors.  These must be the colors of heaven, this must …

Loneliness Has No Limits

Loneliness is such an isolating feeling.  That's not breaking news, I know.  The word mom and loneliness should be an oxymoron but they do in fact coexist, wrestle and sit at the same table.  For me as a mom, loneliness has many faces.   There is physical loneliness, which I'm happy to admit I actually asked …