Freelance/ghostwriter. Began writing in the single digits and was blessed with a mom who obtained a degree and career in English. My family is my motivation and inspiration to follow my passion! I look forward to sharing my work with you!
Creatures of the Night
She leaned over the balcony. The ballroom was in full gala and Brittini was mesmerized by the women twirling around the dance floor in various arrays of color. Sapphire and emerald ball gowns blended with scarlets and golds in a silent waltz. The holographic film had been her entertainment now for almost a week.
A New Business. A New World.
This nation was hit hard by COVID-19. It is only now, a year and a half later, that our nation is beginning to rise back on its feet. New Mexico, the fifth largest state behind California and Montana, was deeply effected in the small business, traveling, and food industries, all the industries I care about the most!
New Mexico Chile Podcast:
I did it! Never figured that I could, but I did it! Last night, I published a website for the first time! As a mother, I never perceived that I would or could have my own website! It started with writing poetry, and over the past several months on various sites such as vocal.media, has turned into a written podcast on my passions and love for traveling, food, photography, camping, and all in New Mexico! Good thing I married a native!
The Chile Podcast: New Mexico True
There are five passions (hobbies) that I am absolutely crazy about. Writing, food, photography, traveling and doing all of it in New Mexico. My dream job would be to incorporate all of these into one perfectly wrapped up career, where I can share with my fanbase everything I experience; so long as the story somehow incorporates New Mexico, traveling, and food!
Red or Green, Albuquerque is Home
I moved to Albuquerque back in 2007. With two children in tow, my husband at that time and I had rented an apartment sight unseen that was located off the I-25. After living in the swampy, wetlands of Bay City, Texas, and dealing with hurricanes Rita and Katrina, we were ready for the desert.
7 Tips To Being A Successful Goalkeeper
In kindergarten, Mom and Dad decided to enroll me in a soccer club. I was enlisted to the “Bluebirds”, and was essentially, the team cheerleader. We would rotate positions to gain experience. At such a young age, the coaches wanted us to learn every position. When it was my time in the goal box, I could be found doing cartwheels, and cheering. What was I was cheering for? At the time, I had no clue. But soccer sure was fun!
Gemini! It is time for internal reflections as you rise in the skies! As a twin sign, there is a duality and conflicting nature to battle within yourself and it is often reflected in every area of your life! Though intelligent, adaptable, and outgoing, your indecisiveness along with your tendency to be impulsive, can land you (as an air-sign) in a whole “heat” of trouble. Don’t let your own intelligence get in the way of yourself. Quit over-analyzing everything and quit second-guessing yourself! You end up your own worst enemy.
“A Mother’s Apology”
Every morning the alarm would go off between five or six depending on sports schedules. I’d hear Mom rustling around the house in her robe and slippers, getting ready to wake my sister and I for school. It wasn’t an easy task as I never was one to willingly rise to the sun during those years. I had built a reputation in my family and I was almost convinced that they drew straws to determine who was to get me up. There was a good chance someone was gonna end up kicked, hit, or maybe even bit for disturbing my teenage slumber.
I am a dreamer, writer, crafter, and artist. My influence in many of my works incorporates the ocean. I was born and raised in Southern California, and was living every extra hour at the beautiful beaches. The sun brightly burning high above, heating bodies drenched in tanning oils, caused coconut scents to permeate the salty air.
“The Happy Hooker”
I was sexually assaulted. At the age of sixteen, one of the school football jocks, in my ceramics class, forced me to satisfy his ‘needs’. I did not know how to manage the traumatic aftermath. Nightmares by moon kept sleep restless and disturbed, while inescapable images slammed through my head like a freight train; leaving me exhausted, paranoid, and completely helpless from sunrise to sunset. What he had done, caused me to die inside that day. He had taken away my dignity, self-respect, and spirit. I had lost faith and trust in humanity, but more importantly, had lost faith and trust in myself. He had scared my voice right out of me and somehow, I believed, this was my fault.